Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your… — John Fante Copy Share Image
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Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed,-chased and hunted down as… — John Muir Copy Share Image
The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. As surely as the petals of a flower are fixed, each of… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I spent my childhood clad in 1970s hand-me-downs, primarily from male cousins, which mainly consisted of a selection of beige, brown and… — Miranda Hart Copy Share Image
“. . . And as fall turned to winter, the Darlington peach trees started dropping their leaves again, gently, like they were… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion," said he, leaning with his back against the shutters. "It… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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Friendship is a sacred possession. As air, water and sunshine to flowers, trees and verdure, so smiles, sympathy and love of friends… — David O. McKay Copy Share Image
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At the time I was writing 'Weedflower,' my friend Naomi Hirahara was writing a book about Japanese-American flower farmers. She knew quite… — Cynthia Kadohata Copy Share Image
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And at that moment a wind came out of the northwest, and entered the woods and bared the golden branches, and danced… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
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I find the love of garden grows upon me as I grow older more and more. Shrubs and flowers and such small… — Maria Edgeworth Copy Share Image
My interest is in completing an image that is spectacular beyond belief. My fidelity is to the image and the art and… — Kehinde Wiley Copy Share Image
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts,… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
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The winter oak... is very useful in buildings but when in a moist place it takes in water to its centre... and… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
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No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . .… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
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Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th'… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I will tell you something that you don't want to hear: Autumn is ugly! Look at the dying leaves! There is no… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
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God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours. A hundred lights in every… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
The first snow always startles. It covers the tricycle in the driveway, turning its frame into an abstact sculpture that says: See… — Peggy Noonan Copy Share Image
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