You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of roses will hang round it still. – Thomas Moore Farewell! But Whenever You Welcome the Hour, Irish Melodies.
Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower That ever drank the amber shower; Rose! thou art the fondest child Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild. – Thomas Moore Odes of Anacreon. Ode XLIV.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns. – Thomas Moore
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about. – Thomas Moore
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. – Thomas Moore
Ask a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise. – Thomas Moore
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven. – Thomas Moore
All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest. – Thomas Moore
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames. – Thomas Moore
