Rose

“How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?”
― Anne Rice, The Vampire Armand

“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.”
― Euripides, The Bacchae

“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride