Behave like the flower; it blooms with its own petals without bothering to take the colour of another flower’s petals. You can excel with what you have!

Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being.No one was shallow....