We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.
Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no man can hasten or retard.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.
Vance: [reading a card that Tom has written] Roses are red, violets are blue... Fuck you, whore!
Norther Winslow: Roses are red. Violets are blue. I love Spectre.
Norther Winslow: Roses are red. Violets are blue. I love Spectre...
[Tania is trying to defuse a bomb without killing all of them]
Tania Johnson: Roses are red / Violets are blue / Sugar is sweet/ And so are you.
