The plough of Time breaks up our Eden-land, And tramples down its fruitful flowery prime. Yet thro' the dust of ages living… — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
Ye winds ye unseen currents of the air, Softly ye played a few brief hours ago; Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
God is the Seed;The Universe is the Tree, Impulses and passions are the branches, Intelligence is the flower, Pure Consciousness is the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is commonly said by farmers, that a good pear or apple costs no more time or pains to rear, than a… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
So quiet and subtle is the beauty of December that escapes the notice of many people their whole lives through. Colour gives… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
As a whole forest becomes fragrant by the existence of a single tree with sweet-smelling blossoms in it, so a family becomes… — Chanakya Copy Share Image
It seems that scientists are often attracted to beautiful theories in the way that insects are attracted to flowers — not by… — Steven Weinberg Copy Share Image
This may be done by grafting, by confining the roots, withholding water, bending the branches, or in a hundred other ways which… — Robert Fortune Copy Share Image
“Look at the four-spaced year That imitates four seasons of our lives; First Spring, that delicate season, bright with flowers, Quickening, yet… — Publius Ovidius Naso Copy Share Image
Others, again, give us the mere carcass of another man’s thoughts, but deprived of all their life and spirit, and this is… — Charles Caleb Colton Copy Share Image
In 'Age of Innocence,' the opening flowers, that's a metaphor for the film, the Victorian veneer with the malevolence beneath it. We… — Saul Bass Copy Share Image
To make a perfume, take some rose water and wash your hands in it, then take a lavender flower and rub it… — Leonardo da Vinci Copy Share Image
Liberal gardeners are people who feel that, through gardening, we can alleviate our sense of alienation from nature; and that, through good… — Deborah Needleman Copy Share Image
“But that miracle would eventually arrive, as it always had, and the landscape would turn from brown to green within hours under… — Alexander McCall Smith Copy Share Image
“It was a morning when all nature shouted "Fore!" The breeze, as it blew gently up from the valley, seemed to bring… — P.G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
Nobody but you is responsible for your life. You are responsible for your life. What is your life? What is all life?… — Oprah Winfrey Copy Share Image
Everything in the world has its two faces, however. Weeds sometimes blossom into artful flowers. Beauty walks hand in hand with ugliness,… — Tiffany Baker Copy Share Image
“One Tree is of life, the other is of death. Do our fruits hang from the bad tree, or the good? Only… — Ted Roberts Copy Share Image
“When everyone arrived at the formal garden, lunch had been laid out on the terrace by unseen hands. Bowls of strawberries and… — Ellen Herrick Copy Share Image
Strolling on, it seems to me that the strangeness and wonder of existence are emphasized here, in the desert, by the comparative… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
Such is friendship, that through it we love places and seasons; for as bright bodies emit rays to a distance, and flowers… — Saint John Chrysostom Copy Share Image
Love the moment. Flowers grow out of dark moments. Therefore, each moment is vital. It affects the whole. Life is a succession… — Corita Kent Copy Share Image
My weapon has always been language, and I've always used it, but it has changed. Instead of shaping the words like knives… — Sandra Cisneros Copy Share Image
A garden is the place millions of people go to touch the earth, to smell flowers - to use some of that… — Jim Nollman Copy Share Image
The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
No one who possesses snow would find any hardship in exchanging it for jewels and pearls. This world is like snow exposed… — Al-Ghazali Copy Share Image
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
Once we begin to appreciate that the apparent destructiveness of the toddler in taking apart a flower or knocking down sand castles… — Polly Berrien Berends Copy Share Image
“A single slim trunk Branches that bow in a storm Green, leathery leaves with a soft centre Glittering against blue sky White… — Fadia Faqir Copy Share Image
But there are spirits of a yet more liberal culture, to whom no simplicity is barren. There are not only stately pines,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
A flower does not bloom without a reason nor does it spreads it's fragrance without any reason.everything in this life has it's… — Jeena Maharjan Copy Share Image
My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a shelf. Their shapes are quaint and beautiful, And they… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
“The poor are always rich in children, and in the dirt and ditches of this street there are groups of them from… — Maxim Gorky Copy Share Image
There is to the poetical sense a ravishing prophecy and winsome intimation in flowers that now and then, from the influence of… — Henry Theodore Tuckerman Copy Share Image
“We are often given pills or fluids to help remedy illness, yet little has been taught to us about the power of… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
One of the things I learnt very quickly about gardening on social media is that you can't do anything right. But I… — Joe Sugg Copy Share Image
To live out of understanding is compassion. Never try to practice it, simply relax deep into meditation. Be in a state of… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
We have very pretty Dutch gardens, so called, in America, but their chief claim to being Dutch is that they are set… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
It's all right when you are calling on a girl or talking with friends after dinner to run a conversation like a… — George Horace Lorimer Copy Share Image
Look up at the miracle of the falling snow,—the air a dizzy maze of whirling, eddying flakes, noiselessly transforming the world, the… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
