“...it also meant mornings of glory such as this one, in which the snow, white almost to blueness, lay like a soft… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
Everything is made out of Magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must… — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
I love the world the Lord has created; I love the mountains, the rivers, the valleys, the skies. I love the forests,… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Fig tree, how long it's been full meaning for me, the way you almost entirely omit to flower and into the seasonably-resolute… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“This summer has been so short, so small. I think that like “Alice” it ate the cake that said “Eat Me”, and… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
It’s easy to plant a seed and sprinkle it with water, but once the sun scorches the ground, and the earth soaks… — Tiffanie DeBartolo Copy Share Image
“A plant needs to do more than stretch its leaves toward the sun. It also needs to send down roots deep into… — Cameron Dokey Copy Share Image
Life can be lived in rules, but then life becomes superficial. Live life not according to the laws but according to consciousness,… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
If I wasn't going to be a surgeon, I wanted to be a farmer or grow oranges or something like that. I… — Magdi Yacoub Copy Share Image
“The men of experiment are like the ant, they only collect and use; the reasoners resemble spiders, who make cobwebs out of… — Francis Bacon Copy Share Image
No ideology can help to create a new world or a new mind or a new human being -- because ideological orientation… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Autumn has come to northeast Montana. The vapor of one’s breath, the clarity of the stars, the smell of wood smoke, the… — Larry Watson Copy Share Image
A tree uses what comes its way to nurture itself. By sinking its roots deeply into the earth, by accepting the rain… — Ming-Dao Deng Copy Share Image
“The Swan Oh, a swan! Blooming in grace and power. Were you thrown out of the forest of reeds by Pan To… — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
There are so many tender and holy emotions flying about in our inward world, which, like angels, can never assume the body… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
No clouds are in the morning sky, The vapors hug the stream, Who says that life and love can die In all… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Copy Share Image
Far happier he, who, young and full of pride And radiant with the glory of the sun, Leaves earth before his singing… — Kobo Abe Copy Share Image
It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
“So I went up north to a land of palm trees and mangroves like malignant growths in the mud-filled throats of the… — Janet Frame Copy Share Image
He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
This was sheer idleness to my fellow-townsmen, no doubt; but if the birds and flowers had tried me by their standard, I… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
When you put a seed in the ground, it doesn't stop growing after eight hours. It keeps going every minute that it's… — Ruth Asawa Copy Share Image
The infinitude of creation is great enough to make a world, or a Milky Way of worlds, look in comparison with it… — Immanuel Kant Copy Share Image
A garden is the mirror of a mind. It is a place of life, a mystery of green moving to the pulse… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
Plant growing in temperate climates. The beautiful flower panicles that appear for several months emit a sweet honey fragrance that will be… — Alan Summers Copy Share Image
Oh, I never meant, in my old age, to become subject to the thrall of a love like this; it is almost… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
“A flower? Jaxi, can’t you give me something more manly to imagine than that? Fine, imagine yourself lifting your arm for Rysha… — Lindsay Buroker Copy Share Image
I began my pilgrimage on the first of January in 1953. It is my spiritual birthday of sorts. It was a period… — Peace Pilgrim Copy Share Image
“ Snow is kind of weird," Dillon said. "It's so slow, drifts a little here and there, and it doesn't make much… — Brandon Shire Copy Share Image
“By Jove, it's great! Walk along the streets on some spring morning. The little women, daintily tripping along, seem to blossom out… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
There is a wonderful place where flowers grow in colors beyond the words of poets... trees sing with the songs of butterflies.… — Laurel Burch Copy Share Image
For a stalk to grow or a flower to open there must be time that cannot be forced; nine months must go… — Pope John Paul II Copy Share Image
“If the lot of you survives, Curran will flay the skin off your backs," Doolittle said. "That's what I always love about… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
Romance? What is romance? Is it when I give you flowers? When I give you a gorgeous dinner? Or is it when… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
“Trout, incidentally, had written a book about a money tree. It had twenty-dollar bills for leaves. Its flowers were government bonds. Its… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
I have long suspected that the power of speech is not a power at all, but a mere form of hysteria from… — Corra May Harris Copy Share Image
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like… — Laurie Lee Copy Share Image
