Our quilts were more than useful, they had the faint sentimentality of a pressed flower. And no more beauty. We did not… — Rose Wilder Lane Copy Share Image
People think I am dead because they haven’t seen me around for awhile. I’m not dead, I’m very much alive, as you… — Red Skelton Copy Share Image
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
[I was] particularly eager to give voice to the women of my mother's place and generation, who grew up in turn-of-the-century, privileged… — Tina Howe Copy Share Image
Now is the month of Maying, When merry lads are playing. Fa la la... Each with his bonny lass, upon the greeny… — Thomas Morley Copy Share Image
“The Pain of Becoming For the flower, it is fully open at each step of its blossoming. We do ourselves a great… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
“It is,” answered Laura with almost violent agreement. “If you are a were-wolf, and very likely you may be, for lots of… — Sylvia Townsend Warner Copy Share Image
Just the start of it... sunny days, party nights, hot guys, water fights, beachy hair, tanned skin, no worries.. now thats what… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A wee child toddling in a wonder world, I prefer to their dogma my excursions into the natural gardens where the voice… — Zitkala-Sa Copy Share Image
The most destructive criticism has not been able to dethrone Christ as the incarnation of perfect holiness. The waves of a tossing… — Herrick Johnson Copy Share Image
There's an interdependence between flowers and bees. Where there are no flowers there are no bees, and where there are no bees,… — Alan Watts Copy Share Image
Poetry and imagination begin life. A child will fall on its knees on the gravel walk at the sight of a pink… — Florence Nightingale Copy Share Image
The flowers will die, the sun will set, but you are someone I'll never forget. Your name's too precious, it will never… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“For a little while, hope made a show of reviving - not with any reason to back it, but only because it… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“Hana yori dango. Dumplings over flowers. It basically means that someone should value needs over wants, substance over appearance. As in, make… — Amanda Sun Copy Share Image
In the fullness of time, when it is our turn to give, we must in turn plant gardens that we may never… — N. R. Narayana Murthy Copy Share Image
Any place, then, can become a cemetery. All it takes is your body. It's not fair, I think, and I get this… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
The stems stood tall and straight, one series arranged in a single line, the other in a crudely shaped heart, the final… — Lurlene McDaniel Copy Share Image
When I wrote the eight fairy tales that appear in 'Horse, Flower, Bird' I was working toward a completely new form of… — Kate Bernheimer Copy Share Image
May, queen of blossoms, And fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours? Wilt thou have pipe and reed,… — Edward Thurlow, 1st Baron Thurlow Copy Share Image
How can the seed know that by dying in the soil it will become a great tree? It will not be there… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
Turn off your computer and go out of doors. Dig a large enough hole to transplant a mature apple tree. Nurture the… — Nick Offerman Copy Share Image
“Outside the house, against a sheltered wall to the south, a single stalk of green thrust upwards, with slender rapierlike leaves and… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
What seems most significant to me about our movement is that we have freed painting from the importance of the subject. I… — Pierre-Auguste Renoir Copy Share Image
Proper praying is like a person who wanders through a field gathering flowers-one by one, until they make a beautiful bouquet. In… — Nachman of Breslov Copy Share Image
I've always had an inquisitive mind about everything from flowers to television sets to motor cars. Always pulled them apart - couldn't… — Craig Johnston Copy Share Image
If the art of gardening is at last to turn back from her extravagances and rest with her other sisters, it is,… — Friedrich Schiller Copy Share Image
“I sought her eye, desirous to read there the intelligence which I could not discern in her face or hear in her… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
There do remain dispersed in the soil of human nature divers seeds of goodness, of benignity, of ingenuity, which, being cherished, excited,… — Isaac Barrow Copy Share Image
“A week before, snow had been forecast. Snow was gathering in the north and would, by the weekend, come down on the… — Peter Maughan Copy Share Image
“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer—one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
All about us, in earth and air, wherever the eye or ear can reach, there is a power ever breathing itself forth… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
We liked to be known as the clever girls. When we decorated our hands with henna for holidays and weddings, we drew… — Malala Yousafzai Copy Share Image
Still others make gardens because it is part of a full life. To live happily they must invest their hours and aspirations… — Richardson Wright Copy Share Image
Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
In treating of the oak, I have considered that the species of it growing in warm climates is superior to that which… — Antonie van Leeuwenhoek Copy Share Image
“Lavender lilies all dotted with spots. Sun-yellow daffodils clustered in pots. Blue morning-glories climb trellises high. Powder-white asters like stars in the… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
Chinese bamboo. A tree that grows really tall - to a height of over eighty feet. It takes around five years and… — Prakah Iyer Copy Share Image
The gardener's work is never at at end; it begins with the year, and continues to the next: he prepares the ground,… — John Evelyn Copy Share Image
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