“Fall arrived with its honey light and cool evenings, and the maple leaves brightened to match the reds and yellow of ripe… — Melissa Coleman Copy Share Image
Nature never set forth the earth in so rich tapestry as divers poets have done; neither with pleasant rivers, fruitful trees, sweet-smelling… — Philip Sidney Copy Share Image
I had my first flower stall when I was seven, at the end of the drive in Minehead, Somerset. Nobody was stopping… — Deborah Meaden Copy Share Image
“The tiny snowflakes seemed not to be falling at all, just hovering in the air. So few flakes and so minute, it… — Holliday Vann Copy Share Image
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
If the church is what it should be, young people will be there. But they will not just 'be there' - they… — Francis Schaeffer Copy Share Image
“Beautiful doesn't begin to describe it. A flower is beautiful. But this is beautiful the way that a person is beautiful- terrifying… — Jeri Smith-Ready Copy Share Image
Love is the impulse which directs the world, And all things know it and obey its power. Man, in the maelstrom of… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I leave pansies, the symbolic flower of freethought, in memory of the Great Agnostic, Robert Ingersoll, who stood for equality, education, progress,… — Bruce Springsteen Copy Share Image
“Winter was usually the slow season at the menagerie, with so many of the animals hibernating, but that year I was busier… — Patricia C. Wrede Copy Share Image
The number of humble-bees in any district depends in a great degree on the number of field-mice, which destroy their combs and… — Charles Darwin Copy Share Image
To cultivate a garden is. . . to go hand in hand with Nature in some of her most beautiful processes, to… — Christian Nestell Bovee Copy Share Image
November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
“One of the many reasons why gardens are increasingly precious to us in this day and age is that they help us… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
There is a drop of blood in the snow before me… The coyote... is in estrus… spurred to let out a bit… — Craig Childs Copy Share Image
“You couldn't be more wrong", I said. "You are buying into the cross-stitched sentiments of your parents' throw pillows. You're arguing that… — John Green Copy Share Image
“If we’re laying out a garden, planning one before the house, you know, and there you’ve a tree that’s stood for centuries… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
What a time herbs and weeds, and such things could talk, A man in his garden one day did walk, Spying a… — John Heywood Copy Share Image
A dead tree, cut into planks and read from one end to the other, is a kind of line graph, with dates… — Alice Oswald Copy Share Image
I appreciate the misunderstanding I have had with Nature over my perennial border. I think it is a flower garden; she thinks… — Sara Bonnett Stein Copy Share Image
September is the month of maturity; the heaped basket and the garnered sheaf. It is the month of climax and completion. September!… — Patience Strong Copy Share Image
Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
“Eliza had split each day between her two favorite places on the estate: the black rock down in the cove, on top… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“The gardener hath gathered up this autumn's leaves. Who shall see them again, or who wot of them? And who shall say… — Lord Dunsany Copy Share Image
Know I love the people I call friends! They are the flowers that decorate my life ... Also, know that I'm happy… — Sad Angel Copy Share Image
“A book about books is like a poem about poetry: Books are knowledge, paid for, all. Readers - horses in a stall.… — Will Advise Copy Share Image
Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
One of the first drawings I did in Paris - I wasn't thinking of doing drawings, but somehow or other, I kept… — Ellsworth Kelly Copy Share Image
The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Possess purity in an eminent degree, and jealously preserve this fragrant flower. I earnestly desire to see you shine by the brilliancy… — Paul of the Cross Copy Share Image
Many people do not allow their principles to take root, but pull them up every now and then, as children do the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“The park is high. And as out of a house I step out of its glimmering half-light into openness and evening. Into… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“Well, I’m glad Esme and Trix are both happy. Since my own little romance is in flower I am all the more… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“Because the students were needed in the fields from early spring when the cotton was planted until after most of the cotton… — Mildred D. Taylor Copy Share Image
“As in the autumn-time the leaves fall off, First one and then another, till the branch Surrenders all its spoils to the… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
We were enclosed, O eternal Father, within the garden of your breast. You drew us out of your holy mind like a… — St. Catherine of Siena Copy Share Image
Consider the many special delights a lawn affords: soft mattress for a creeping baby; worm hatchery for a robin; croquet or badminton… — Katharine Sergeant Angell White Copy Share Image
I was born a Love Goddess. My parents, Caesar and Joanne, always told me that I was a little Goddess and Petite… — Judy Tenuta Copy Share Image
I am above the forest region, amongst grand rocks & such a torrent as you see in Salvator Rosa's paintings vegetation all… — Joseph Dalton Hooker Copy Share Image
“So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
