 The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose.
(Hada Bejar)
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 Happiness is intoxication produced by the moment of poise between a satisfactory past, and an immediate future, rich with promise.
(Ella Maillart)
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 What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
(William Shakespeare)
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