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
“My people celebrate the passing of the autumn season and the beginning of winter days. We look on our bountiful harvest—" "—your… — Kate Danley Copy Share Image
“I'm wondering. Shall we say its perfect for the sea and the sunlight - and the other Rose is perfect for candlelight?… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
“How can I explain such a thing? I simply know it in the way I know there's an oak tree inside an… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
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
Barrie and the wonderful characters he created, Lewis Carroll, even French literature, like Baudelaire or over in the States, Poe, you open… — Johnny Depp 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
“You cannot be anything other than who you are. Trees don’t stand around comparing heights. Flowers don’t compare colours. There is a… — Stephen Shaw Copy Share Image
“All day the blanket snapped and swelled on the line, roused by a hot spring wind… From there it witnessed the first… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
'Cloud' and 'Flower' are very much egocentric about my own expression. 'Flow' is more utilitarian, and 'Journey' is more about collaboration between… — Jenova Chen Copy Share Image
“Noon. In the middle of Knoll Road. In it up to your waist, wearing your father’s old reindeer sweater, your mother’s fur-lined… — Bob Flaherty Copy Share Image
I have been manipulated, and I have in turn manipulated others, by recording their response to suffering and misery. So there is… — Don McCullin Copy Share Image
One of the most important resources that a garden makes available for use, is the gardener's own body. A garden gives the… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
A cathedral without windows, a face without eyes, a field without flowers, an alphabet without vowels, a continent without rivers, a night… — Tad R. Callister Copy Share Image
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have one. It will not be a pansy heaven or a fragile heaven… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
“If a negative mind comes to a rose, to a garden, many roses may be there, but he will count only the… — Osho Copy Share Image
“I love the Autumn, And yet I cannot say All the thoughts and things That make me feel this way. I love… — Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Copy Share Image
“So beautiful was that summer that those who survived it invested it with a golden haze; it assumed a retrospective poignancy, as… — James L. Stokesbury 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
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
[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
“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
“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
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
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
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 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
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
“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
“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
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
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
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
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
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
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