A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

I'm certainly not the first person to be in a relationship with a younger man but somehow I was plucked out as a bit of a poster girl.

Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings and making music with them.

I never let anyone pluck including myself unless my mom approves. She guards my eyebrows. She's like the eyebrow police!

I don't have to do a lot to my eyebrows. My mom always told me not to pluck them which is great advice.

I've never had my brows done - I tweeze them myself. I used to watch my mom pluck her brows that's how I learned.

Once in high school I completely over plucked my left eyebrow all the way up to where you're not supposed to. I had no idea what I was doing and it looked terrible! My mom was like 'What did you do to yourself?' I was so embarrassed.

All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind.

At every step the child should be allowed to meet the real experience of life the thorns should never be plucked from his roses.

I want it said of me by those who knew me best that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.