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.

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.

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.