My favorite flowers are orchids and peonies. In Wisconsin, where I grew up, peonies were everywhere, and I have loved them all… — Kendra Scott Copy Share Image
“and yet nobody of course was more dependent upon others (he buttoned his waistcoat); it had been his undoing. He could not… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming. Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already… — Kathleen Norris Copy Share Image
When you draw or paint a tree, you do not imitate the tree; you do not copy it exactly as it is,… — Jiddu Krishnamurti Copy Share Image
I think gardening is nearer to godliness than theology. True gardeners are both iconographers and theologians insofar as these activities are the… — Vigen Guroian Copy Share Image
“Autumn to winter, winter to spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall— So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion… — Sarah Ban Breathnach Copy Share Image
For every nineteenth-century middle-class family that protected its wife and child within the family circle, there was an Irish ora German girl… — Stephanie Coontz Copy Share Image
The world was so beautiful when regarded like this, without searching, so simply, in such a childlike way. Moons and stas were… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Sweet April-time-O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Spring came late, but when it came it was hand-in-hand with summer, and almost at once everything was baking and warm, and… — Nancy Mitford Copy Share Image
“The summer came to life. It burst from gray to fierce blue and gold in the blink of an eye; the air… — Tana French Copy Share Image
All natural results are spontaneous. The diamond sparkles without effort, and the flowers open impulsively beneath the summer rain. And true religion… — Edwin Hubbel Chapin Copy Share Image
Where did all the flowers go? Everythings changing from sunlight to stone, and why am I living the life of a ghost?… — SayWeCanFly Copy Share Image
A tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches… — Arthur Golden Copy Share Image
Acapulco in the sunset seems like a balm; it enters the blood like a drug after one inhalation of the scent of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Again burst out that chant McKay had heard as he had floated through the mists upon the lake. Now, as then, despite… — A. Merritt Copy Share Image
Our attitude towards plants is a singularly narrow one. If we see any immediate utility in a plant we foster it. If… — Rachel Carson Copy Share Image
Virtue is the fragrance of the flowers which the tree of life puts forth. Educated people must be identified in society by… — Sathya Sai Baba Copy Share Image
March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There's a flame of magic inside every stone & every flower, every bird that sings & every frog that croaks. There's magic… — Kate Forsyth Copy Share Image
“Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. Every flower returns to sleep with the earth. The journey of the… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Oh, the solemn woods over which the light and shadow travelled swiftly, as if heavenly wings were sweeping on benignant errands through… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It's part of the strategy to remind people who Hillary Rodham Clinton actually is. If others aren't going to hold her account… — Kellyanne Conway Copy Share Image
“This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies, And Lads and Girls; Was laughter and ability and sighing, And frocks and curls. This… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
I didn't know at the time I was writing Because of Winn-Dixie where the story came from, but in retrospect I can… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share Image
“As the frosty bits dwindled the wind slowed and big snowflakes began falling as serenely as anything could fall the distance from… — Daniel Woodrell Copy Share Image
Love, which, in concert with Abstinence, established Faith, and which, along with Patience, builds up Chastity, is like the columns that sustain… — Gian Carlo Menotti Copy Share Image
Trying to change ourselves in order to please others - so that we can feel temporarily whole for having won their approval… — Guy Finley Copy Share Image
Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow,… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time,… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Deep at the bottom of the well no warmth has yet returned, The rain which sighs and feels so cold has dampened… — Su Shi Copy Share Image
“Sometimes he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for both these kinds of toil;… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
A few little flowers will spring up briefly in the dry gulley through which torrents of water pass occasionally. But it is… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“To him, she was like a flower that bloomed in the snow. Thriving under conditions in which nothing could grow. To some,… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,… — Aidan Chambers Copy Share Image
Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day… — Will Carleton Copy Share Image
The pure air and dazzling snow belong to things beyond the reach of all personal feeling, almost beyond the reach of life.… — Frederick Soddy Copy Share Image
The fields and the flowers and the beautiful faces are not ours, as the stars and the hills and the sunlight are… — John Lancaster Spalding Copy Share Image
The most noteworthy thing about gardeners is that they are always optimistic, always enterprising, and never satisfied. They always look forward to… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
