The rose is a friend of the thorn.
The unlucky will get a thorn in his porridge .
Every rose has its thorn.
The youngest thorns are the sharpest.
If you lay upon roses when young, you’ll lie upon thorns when old.
A hunter is not afraid of thorns.
You may climb a thorn tree, and be unable to come down.
If you are among the roses, your friends will look for you among the thorns.
A thorn stings even if it’s small.
He who wants a rose must respect the thorn.
There is no rose without a thorn.