we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, dont ask me why, thank god, and ask me how

The young tree of resistance in Palestine is blooming and blooms of faith and desire for freedom are flowering.

Gather today the roses of life.

I think you’re so full of shit you’ve got roses growing out of your ass.

The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.

The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.

A Flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete proving nature's laws wrong it learned 2 walk
without having feet

My spring has been much better than every travelling springs of the last two years — I have been working — or trying to work my garden into a kind of permanent shape.. .At the moment I have three rose bushes so full of red and yellow roses that they look on fire — they are really astonishing — You would really laugh to see them — two are very tall — the other smaller — It is a rose that is the reddest red on top and yellow underneath — then sometimes a few spots that are deep butter yellow — and an odd iris — dirty lavender petals reaching up — a pale lavender mixed with yellow that greys it and yellow petals mixed with a little lavender drooping down — very handsome — There are lots of ordinary colors too — many kinds. Well — that's my life —

A rose trapped inside a fist.

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack
in the concrete
Proving nature's laws wrong it learned to walk
without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams
it learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else even cared!

Reconquer the streets, the markets – the public spaces, with the same message of opposition: We are devastated, but we will not give up. With torches and roses, we deliver this message to the world: We do not let fear break us. And we do not let the fear of fear silence us.

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.