You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
I fished a little while ago with a man, not in his first youth, who had wasted the flower of his life… — Arthur Ransome Copy Share Image
“She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
I've lived in small rooms, flats, growing plants in pots on window sills. I'd have liked to have had a full-fledged garden… — Ruskin Bond Copy Share Image
But aren't many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?...aren't the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
We cultivate our feelings the way we cultivate a garden: we can't entirely prevent weeds from coming up, but we can take… — Phillip Cary 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… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
“December 29, 1946: Snowing this morning. The year seems to be dying in a light white blanket. Only three more days of… — Angie Klink Copy Share Image
with the spring a sort of inspiration is wakened in the most prosaic of us. The same spirit of change that thrills… — Marah Ellis Ryan Copy Share Image
During the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
Here is adventure. Here is romance. Here is mystery. Tropical rivers – silently flowing into the unknown. The unbelievable splendor of exotic… — Walt Disney Copy Share Image
“The snow fell softly on the street. It muffled sound. It sent people scurrying homeward, so that the street was soon deserted,… — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
“Summer is a period of luxurious growth. To be in harmony with the atmosphere of summer, awaken early in the morning and… — Paul Pitchford Copy Share Image
I thought about the earth then, really thought about it, the tsunami's and earthquakes and volcanoes, all the horrors I haven't witnessed… — Susan Beth Pfeffer Copy Share Image
Geric," she called. He turned back around. "What kind of flowers were they?" "I don't rightly know," he said. He made faltering… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flower its bloom is shed Or like the snow falls in the river A… — Robbie Burns Copy Share Image
“HEARTWORK Each day is born with a sunrise and ends in a sunset, the same way we open our eyes to see… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We cannot stop the winter or the summer from coming. We cannot stop the spring or the fall or make them other… — Gary Zukav Copy Share Image
I love cutting flowers and working in the garden. I like doing dishes. I can become obsessive about mundane things like cleaning… — Charlize Theron Copy Share Image
The road passed through a curtain of pine forest and came out on a flat, rolling snow field. In this field the… — Martha Gellhorn Copy Share Image
Just as a gardener must tend his or her plot, keeping out the weeds, you must tend the garden of your mind,… — Randy Gage Copy Share Image
What, I sometimes wonder, would it be like if I lived in a country where winter is a matter of a few… — Anna Neagle Copy Share Image
Think about how long it took for the mountains to get there and look so beautiful. Think about how long it takes… — Daphne Zuniga Copy Share Image
“It was an amazing garden like nothing Will had ever seen. Everything was covered in snow and glittering ice, the winding paths,… — Dew Pellucid Copy Share Image
The Garden is a metaphor for the following: our minds, and our thinking in terms of pairs of opposites--man and woman, good… — Joseph Campbell Copy Share Image
Mr Michener, as timeless as a stack of National Geographics, is the ultimate Summer Writer. Just as one goes back to the… — Wilfrid Sheed Copy Share Image
I learned that just beneath the surface there's another world, and still different worlds as you dig deeper. I knew it as… — David Lynch Copy Share Image
“You lean back against the door with bowed head making ready to set out. By the time you open your eyes your… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
Summertime, and the reading is easy... Well, maybe not easy, exactly, but July and August are hardly the months to start working… — Michael Dirda Copy Share Image
I have never understood why so many gardeners favour straight lines and narrow, regulated borders; perhaps they think wildness could work only… — John Burnside Copy Share Image
“The hurt, resentment, the revenge, the pride, and regret are thrown hard and fast like snowballs in the winter. Some major ones… — Wes Adamson Copy Share Image
“Emotional speculation is to deductive reasoning what weeds are to a garden – at first sight they appear to belong, but eventually… — Lord Patterson Coats Copy Share Image
“from "After the Fall" When Kennedy dropped from the sky To honor the poet Frost, ... So MacLeish spoke.."Not To mention Robert… — Alan W. Powers Copy Share Image
Marriage is a plastic flower. Love is a real rose, but the real rose is beautiful in the morning; by the evening… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
Fiction writers have long turned to winter to advance bluer palettes, slicker surfaces, and sharper contrasts. The sky darkens, the wind picks… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“On either side the fields were beneficently tranquil; the space through which the cavalcade moved was high and limitless. In the country… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
There is a direct correlation between gardening and mental health, not just to maintain good mental health but to repair it as… — Monty Don Copy Share Image
Our hearts are the shrine; that is where God should be installed. Our good thoughts are the flowers to worship Him. Good… — Mata Amritanandamayi Copy Share Image
place where man laughs, sings, picks flowers, chases butterflies and pets birds, makes love with maidens, and plays with children. Here he… — Confucius Copy Share Image
