“At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a short, cold Christmas; and as… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
Gardeners work with an ever-receding ideal of perfection; no sooner is something growing well than they see how to place it better… — Robin Lane Fox Copy Share Image
“in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies… — E.E. Cummings Copy Share Image
“The trouble is, when you gift a girl with flowers your choice can be construed so many different ways. A man might… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Today we may face some boring task or idle conversation that feels like a complete waste of time. Perhaps next week or… — Mort Crim Copy Share Image
they ran in the sunlight, creating their own breeze which pressed their dresses into their damp skin. Reaching a kind of square… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
The refusal to feel takes a heavy toll. Not only is there an impoverishment of our emotional and sensory life, flowers are… — Joanna Macy Copy Share Image
Every garden scheme should have a backbone, a central idea beautifully phrased. Every wall, path, stone and flower should have its relationship… — Edwin Lutyens Copy Share Image
Consider the rose...The rose is the sweetest smelling flower of all, and it's the most beautiful because it's the most simple, right?… — Billy Crystal Copy Share Image
In gardens it's not just plants and insects and microbes that grow. People grow too, and the best bit is that they… — Costa Georgiadis Copy Share Image
I have been a joy to live with all spring: Upbeat, warm and tender, uncomplicated, and loving. I am no trouble at… — Adriana Trigiani Copy Share Image
If you see a kid in school, who is a little shy ... that's when you should reach out. When you do,… — Carol Burnett Copy Share Image
“In the spring, the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang. In the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
English Bohemianism is a curiously unluscious fruit. ... Inside this hothouse, huge lascivious orchids slide sensuously up the sweating windows, passion-flowers cross-pollinate… — Alan Coren Copy Share Image
My granda always told me that fall's the time to root up something you don't want coming back to trouble you.' Kote… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
The world breaks a little bit every time we cut down a tree. It's so much easier to cut one down than… — Hope Jahren Copy Share Image
Last summer I was staying at a house in Hampshire which was famous for the brilliance and the originality of its gardens.… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
The many varieties and wonderful colors of the modern dahlia make it a totally different flower from the one our grandmothers knew.… — Helena Rutherfurd Ely Copy Share Image
The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
I know now that most people are so closely concerned with themselves that they are not aware of their own individuality, I… — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not… — Thomas Nash Copy Share Image
Works of art often last forever, or nearly so. But exhibitions themselves, especially gallery exhibitions, are like flowers; they bloom and then… — Jerry Saltz Copy Share Image
Partying like crazy, you know the drill, tanning all day, nights dressed to kill, nothing is going to replace these days. Oh… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“It is autumn on tip-toe that silently walks the hills and treads the forested expanses, gracing in each step a billion leaves… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
“Taking Root I am no stranger to roots. In third grade, I punctured a sweet potato’s middle with toothpicks, suspended it halfway… — Diana Anhalt Copy Share Image
As I hold the flower in my hand and think of trying to describe it, I realize how poor a creature I… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
As a tree, even though it has been cut down, is firm so long as its root is safe, and grows again,… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
I ought not to have listened to her,' he confided to me one day. 'One never ought to listen to the flowers.… — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
There are hopes, the bloom of whose beauty would be spoiled by the trammels of description; too lovely, too delicate, too sacred… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“I wish that friend were you, Beast. Please come with me. We’ll take the flower to my father together. We’ll make him… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
... the most fiendish plant I know of, the sort of thing Beelzebub might pluck to make a bouquet for his mother-in-law… — Edward Augustus Bowles Copy Share Image
“In the general course of things, when beauty passes, the flower bows its head upon the stem and fails. Sometimes, though, when… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
“At forty my faculties may have closed up like flowers at evening, leaving me unable to write my memoirs with a fitting… — James Thurber Copy Share Image
You have two gardens: your own garden and that of your beloved. First, you have to take care of your own garden… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The earth with yellow pearsAnd overgrown with roses wildUpon the pond is bent,And swans divine,With kisses drunkYou drop your headsIn the sublimely… — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share Image
“The flowers are for the woman I glimpsed for just a moment the other night before she ran away with tears brimming… — Grace Willows Copy Share Image
“Wondering When the Strings Will Snap” poem: “The marigolds herald autumn’s colors already In their sun-shrine faces, iconographic Floral worship of their… — Elizabeth Barrette Copy Share Image
“This is the Tree of Forgetfulness. All the headmen here plant one of these trees in the village. They say ancestors stay… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
