Half the interest of a garden is the constant exercise of the imagination. You are always living three, or indeed six, months… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
Look what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou goest, not whence thou com'st. Suppose the singing birds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Gods and Goddesses of myth, legend and fairy tale represent archetypes, real potencies and potentialities deep within the psyche, which, when… — Margot Adler Copy Share Image
“Trees were not hard, irritable things, but discreetly orgasmic beings moaning at a level too deep for our brutish ears. And flowers… — Yann Martel Copy Share Image
“To gaze at flowers is to plunge into the center of the world, and through the proliferation of forms that overwhelm us… — Claude Nuridsany Copy Share Image
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Flowers should be viewed when half open, wine should be drunk only to subtle intoxication; there is great fun in this. If… — Zicheng Hong Copy Share Image
Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A marriage...makes of two fractional lives a whole; it gives to two purposeless lives a work, and doubles the strength of each… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Yet optimism is in order, because day by day democracy is proving itself to be a not-at-all-fragile flower. From Stettin on the… — Ronald Reagan Copy Share Image
human names for natural things are superfluous. Nature herself does not name them. The important thing is to know this flower, look… — Sally Carrighar Copy Share Image
“If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
The soul of a true christian, as I then wrote my meditations, appeared like such a little white flower as we see… — Jonathan Edwards Copy Share Image
Steadfast Seas and MountainsThe lofty mountains and the seas, Being mountains, being seas, Both exist and are real. But frail as flowers… — Reiko Chiba Copy Share Image
Beauty feeds us. Anarchy is beauty. We are against the grey people. We want to decorate, like those fantastic Indian lorries which… — Tom Hodgkinson Copy Share Image
In the relations of man with the animals, with the flowers, with all the objects of creation, there is a whole great… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
If you are an ardent reader, seek not brilliant and erudite texts; otherwise the demon of haughtiness will strike your heart. But… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
“The sun is a flower, and it burns my goddamn nostrils like the scent of love, which I haven’t tasted since I… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
He could totally be your boyfriend," [Angel] went on with annoying persistence. "You guys could get married. I could be like a… — James Patterson Copy Share Image
If you want to know who you are, look into the true mirror. The flower will reflect your beauty. The sky will… — Leonard Jacobson Copy Share Image
“I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers,… — Alys Fowler Copy Share Image
Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don't think the… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
Thanks to the gods I didn't spend much time while growing up with my grandfather's mistress and preserved the flower of my… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I love blue more than any other color. I am inordinately attracted to any blue substance: to minerals like turquoise and lapis… — Eleanor Perenyi Copy Share Image
If the weeds are pulled out of the garden too soon, the too shallow roots of the plants developing around it get… — Allison Mackie Copy Share Image
“The city rose out the ground beneath it like the first sparkling blossom in the fading winter snow. Here, the winter of… — Eva Vanrell Copy Share Image
“A white linen tablecloth edged with pink roses -- Mama's favorite pattern -- flowed like a bride's train from sidewalk to curb… — Paul B. Janeczko Copy Share Image
It was an evil doom that set her in his path. For she is a fair maiden, fairest lady of a house… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
They grow in layers, like the spirit does. That's what Grandpa Sam used to say, anyway. You just got to keep the… — James Lee Copy Share Image
There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees. It argues, I think, a sweet… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
Love is like a flower. Arguments are like heat and communication and spending time together is like water and soil. Do not… — Frank Matobo Copy Share Image
“Jaime had never realised that trees made a sound when they grew, and no-one else had realised it either, because the sound… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Wine has a drastic, an astringent taste. I cannot help wincing as I drink. Ascent of flowers, radiance and heat, are distilled… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Her nakedness was not absolute, for like Manet's _Olympia__, behind her ear she had a poisonous flower with orange petals, and she… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
Our blessed Savior chose the Garden for his Oratory, and dying, for the place of his Sepulchre; and we do avouch for… — John Evelyn Copy Share Image