There are no days in the whole round year more delicious than those which often come to us in the latter half… — Thomas Wentworth Higginson Copy Share Image
I found every breath of air, and every scent, and every flower and leaf and blade of grass and every passing cloud,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
They will kill me but they will not kill my voice, because it will be the voice of all Afghan women. You… — Malalai Joya Copy Share Image
Did you know...that when you walk past a flower, whether it be in somebody's garden or on a vacant hillside, the flower… — Ron Atchison Copy Share Image
“Spring is sweet, the baby season; summer is the teenage season -- too much energy, too much growth and beauty and heat… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
Trees have as much individuality as human beings. Not even two spruces are alike. There is always some kink or curve or… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
Memorial Day should be a day for putting flowers on graves and planting trees. Also, for destroying the weapons of death that… — Howard Zinn Copy Share Image
The first two crusades brought the flower of European chivalry to Constantinople and restored that spiritual union between Eastern and Western Christendom… — Joseph Jacobs Copy Share Image
Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time when the world is poised at the door of winter - which is… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
A beautiful bouquet or a long-lasting flowering plant is a traditional gift for women, but I have recommended that both men and… — Andrew Weil Copy Share Image
Becoming emancipated at 14, my life wasn't normal. I didn't have to go to school, so I didn't. I was rebellious by… — Drew Barrymore Copy Share Image
And Botany I rank with the most valuable sciences, whether we consider its subjects as furnishing the principal subsistence of life to… — Thomas Jefferson Copy Share Image
I believe in process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter's tough, but spring's coming. I believe that there's a… — Steve Southerland Copy Share Image
“My father laughed. "The magic of Summer," he said, "is unlike anything else. Imagine life, fertility, laughter, joy, ripening fruits and the… — Kailin Gow Copy Share Image
we wouldn't ask why a rose that grew from the concrete for having damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its… — Tupac Shakur Copy Share Image
“Postscript And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October,… — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
My grandmother lived in a universe filled with life. It was impossible for her to conceive of any creature - even the… — Eknath Easwaran Copy Share Image
Spring has again returned. The Earth is like a child that knows many poems. Many, O so many. For the hardship of… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“The garden was crossed by a path of red gravel, edged by a border of thick box, of many years' growth, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
Learn from nature. Stuff lives and stuff dies all the time, you know. Animals and birds and flowers. Trees come and go,… — Joanna Lumley Copy Share Image
Trees which grow in places facing the course of the sun are not of porous fiber but are solid, being drained by… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
If I could give you the world on a silver platter Would it even matter? You'd still be mad at me. If… — Jill Scott Copy Share Image
The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Your seed has been covered with so many layers of culture, etiquitte, education, religion, country, that you have completely forgotten that you… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
Can anything be more grotesque and barbarous than our 'florists' bouquets,' a series of concentric rings of flowers of divers colours, bordered… — Isabella Bird Copy Share Image
Whether you are cooking, cleaning house, or planting flowers, try to concentrate on the textures, the smells, colors, tastes, sounds, all Zen… — Jerry Lynch Copy Share Image
Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He who knows his soul knows this truth: " I am beyond everything finite; I I now see that the Spirit, alone… — Paramahansa Yogananda Copy Share Image
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us; visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Radio, sewing machine, bookends, ironing board and that great big piano lamp - peace, that's what I like. Butterbean vines planted all… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
Sometimes our thoughts turn back toward a corner in a forest, or the end of a bank, or an orchard powdered with… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
Some of the memories were not clear---dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I'd… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Around us, life bursts with miracles--a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“If we analyze or dissect a flower, looking for the flower among its parts, we shall not find it ... And yet,… — Dalai Lama XIV Copy Share Image
“No, not of course at all—it is really all hocus-pocus. The days lengthen in the winter-time, and when the longest comes, the… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
