Roses have always been my favorite flower. They were the flowers my parents gave me after dance recitals, the flowers that graced my grandmothers' and mother's garden, the flowers that I dried to draw, and (embarassingly) wear in my hair to school. I just love roses.
I've never had much luck with keeping potted roses alive. I really don't think they're meant to live in pots anyways. And since we rent, I'm really not one to invest in a rose bush only to leave it behind when I move again.
Luckily, our new house has great big rose bushes. They've been badly pruned, but as soon as they came into bloom, I stopped worrying about that and stopped (to literally) smell the roses.