Beauty is a fairy; sometimes she hides herself in a flower-cup, or under a leaf, or creeps into the old ivy, and… — George Augustus Henry Sala Copy Share Image
Weird, isn't it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air,… — Andrew Schneider Copy Share Image
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Chiromancy is a stupidity! No man's fate is ever written on nowhere! In this universe, all the roads are our fate; all… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
“The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition.… — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
The fruit does not make the tree good or bad but the tree itself is what determines the nature of the fruit.… — Martin Luther Copy Share Image
“She woke from dreamless rest to find her lap filled with wildflowers-blue and gold violets, white starworts with bright yellow centers, wild… — Josie Litton Copy Share Image
“How did these organs of plant sex manage to get themselves cross-wired with human ideas of value and status and Eros? And… — Michael Pollan Copy Share Image
“Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like… — Peggy Toney Horton Copy Share Image
YOUR HEART IS FULL of fertile seeds, waiting to sprout. Just as a lotus flower springs from the mire to bloom splendidly,… — Morihei Ueshiba Copy Share Image
Just as cherry, plum, peach and damson blossoms all possess their own unique qualities, each person is unique. We cannot become someone… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
“It was one of those autumn mornings which are devoid of melancholy, when the weather seems to be cleaning its house. A… — Rebecca West Copy Share Image
Gardening is a luxury occupation: an ornament, not a necessity, of life… Fortunate gardener, who may preoccupy himself solely with beauty in… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it… — Sharon Tate Copy Share Image
Each of us is as intimately attached to the soil of this beautiful country as are the famous jacaranda trees of Pretoria… — Nelson Mandela Copy Share Image
Everything speaks: the flowing airstream and the sailing halycon, the blade of grass, the flower, the bud, the element; did you imagine… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and… — Mo Yan Copy Share Image
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“All day Ben had felt surrounded by signs too secret to interpret: the dance of decaying leaves in the air, the long… — Ramsey Campbell Copy Share Image
We have different forms assigned to us in the school of life, different gifts imparted. All is not attractive that is good.… — William Wilberforce Copy Share Image
I once got a huge, expensive flower arrangement from a person I didn't like, who sent it out of pure guilt. It… — Maeve Binchy Copy Share Image
Every ordinary thing in your life is a word of God's love: your home, your work, the clothes you wear, the air… — Caryll Houselander Copy Share Image
You work here [on the farm] simply without philosophizing; sometimes the work is hard and crowded with pettiness. But at times you… — A. D. Gordon Copy Share Image
After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth...The maple tree in front of the… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“Blue water extends in rows of gentle ripples to a thin line of barely visible cottonwoods on the far side. The wind… — Kristen Iversen Copy Share Image
The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her;… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“Shirtless, they’d stretch out in the long grass and take the healing brunt of a noontime sun that gave no clue of… — Paul Russell Copy Share Image
Aaah, summer - that long anticipated stretch of lazy, lingering days, free of responsibility and rife with possibility. It's a time to… — Darell Hammond Copy Share Image
O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as the time steals onwards, while… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Look at the bark of a redwood, and you see moss. If you peer beneath the bits and pieces of the moss,… — Sylvia Earle Copy Share Image
Great people will always be mocked by those who feel smaller than them. However, a lion does not flinch at laughter coming… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain Like holy water falls upon the plain, 'Tis sweet to gaze upon the… — Francis Ledwidge Copy Share Image
“Gnats drifted on the same warm summer breeze that saw colorful paper lanterns swaying on their strings. Lily of the valley filled… — Anouska Knight Copy Share Image
“Huge, dizzying, clumps and clusters of snow falling through the air, patches of white against an iron-gray sky, snow that touches your… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“The low early sunshine was streaming through the wood and the grass was grey with dew and the cobwebs were like silver.… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the… — Alan Watts Copy Share Image
You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth… — Anne Sullivan Macy Copy Share Image
“A Robin said: The Spring will never come, And I shall never care to build again. A Rosebush said: These frosts are… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image