Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth,… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
“When the war (WWI) finally ended it was necessary for both sides to maintain, indeed even to inflate, the myth of sacrifice… — Robert Hughes Copy Share Image
...full of God's thoughts, a place of peace and safety amid the most exalted grandeur and enthusiastic action, a new song, a… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Flower god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in April Cold,… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
Why lily?” “It’s the most sacred and beautiful of all flowers in Egypt. They bloom in mud and shine in the darkness… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“April. Spring was on the land like an itch. The whole countryside seemed to be scratching itself awake—lazily, luxuriously, though occasionally scratching… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Yes, our tree has an interesting shape. The center branches reflect the shape of the zero curve. When extreme parts of the… — John Hull Copy Share Image
In other countries, congenital introverts simply remain introverts all their lives, neither advancing nor retreating, but America's commitment to extroversion as a… — Florence King Copy Share Image
We settled Mama into the wheelchair and loaded her down with both our pocketbooks and a vase of flowers I had picked… — Bailey White Copy Share Image
The days may not be so bright and balmy...yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over… — Northern Advocate Copy Share Image
O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With… — Andrew Lang Copy Share Image
I have found, through years of practice, that people garden in order to make something grow; to interact with nature; to share,… — Julie Moir Messervy Copy Share Image
We celebrate the cherry tree not for its efficiency but for its effectiveness - and for its beauty. Its materials are in… — William McDonough Copy Share Image
Happiness is a roadside flower growing on the highways of usefulness; plucked, it shall wither in thy hand; passed by, it is… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
The May-pole is up, Now give me the cup; I'll drink to the garlands around it; But first unto those Whose hands… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
“There was snow on the veranda, and on his orders the snow had not been removed. If there were no tracks in… — Anatoli Rybakov Copy Share Image
When the Christians, upon these occasions, received martyrdom, they were ornamented, and crowned with garlands of flowers; for which they, in heaven,… — John Foxe Copy Share Image
“Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms… — Richard Wilbur Copy Share Image
I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that… — Shane Koyczan Copy Share Image
“Krishnamurti, a great Indian sage, once said: “You can take a piece of wood that you brought back from your garden, and… — Julien Smith Copy Share Image
Spirituality automatically leads to humility. When a flower develops into a fruit, the petals drop off on its own. When one becomes… — Ramakrishna Copy Share Image
I don't believe in an outside agent that creates the world, then walks away. But I feel very strongly there is an… — Eckhart Tolle Copy Share Image
How I loved the feasts!… I especially loved the processions in honor of the Blessed Sacrament. What a joy it was for… — Therese of Lisieux Copy Share Image
For more than thirty years, Joe Eck and Wayne Winterrowd have been gardening with extraordinary, indeed legendary, results. Part memoir, part omnium-gatherum… — Philip Gambone Copy Share Image
O what a flowery track lies spread before me, henceforth! What dust clouds shall spring up behind me as I speed on… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“The forest has been growing for hundreds of years. Each time a child is born, a tree is planted. You could see… — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
The principal value of a garden is not understood. It is not to give the possessors vegetables and fruit (that can be… — Charles Dudley Warner Copy Share Image
My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
In my opinion hard core gardeners, like eco-terrorists, some street gangs, and any American militia group itching for a confrontation with the… — Lindley Karstens Copy Share Image
Each day the storm clouds were opening like great purple flowers and pouring out their dark thunder. Each nightfall, the storm was… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
“She is holding on tight to this talk of flowers, as I did before, when I was afraid and alone. If you… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
How beautiful, buoyant, and glad is morning! The first sunshine on the leaves: the first wind, laden with the first breath of… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“It could snow We don’t take care. The end of November came without coldness, with haunting and limp rains, pretty much leaves… — Philippe Delerm Copy Share Image
“August 21. ... I've become pretty good at telling weeds fom not-weeds. But every once in a while I have my doubts.… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother;… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The blossoms seem unusually lovely this year. There were none of the scarlet-and-white-striped curtains that are set up among the blossoming trees… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Ideas are like seeds, apparently insignificant when first held in the hand. Once firmly planted, they can grow and flower into almost… — Charles Lindbergh Copy Share Image
How can you consider flower power outdated? The essence of my lyrics is the desire for peace and harmony. That's all anyone… — Robert Plant Copy Share Image
And London shops on Christmas Eve Are strung with silver bells and flowers As hurrying clerks the City leave To pigeon-haunted classic… — John Betjeman Copy Share Image
