What I'm talking about is pre-suasion, directing their minds to the moment before they experience the content. There's this interesting study. A… — Robert Cialdini Copy Share Image
The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“I'm dreading fall. It is a terrifying season,' he says finally. 'Everything shriveling up and dying.' I don't know how to answer.… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
There is not really any courage at all in attacking hoary or antiquated things, any more than in offering to fight one's… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Gmorning November You lurch & you lumber From bonfire to ember From waking to slumber You deaden the grass & you piss… — Lin-Manuel Miranda Copy Share Image
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree… — Homer Copy Share Image
“With the onset of winter Burnham ordered all hydrants packed in horse manure to prevent freezing. On the coldest days the manure… — Erik Larson Copy Share Image
Walk in nature. Take the time to be still. Practicing arts, arranging flowers, doing some drawing, working on a computer, brings a… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
We had set out in a rain of flowers to seek the death of heroes. The war was our dream of greatness,… — Ernst Junger Copy Share Image
There are those who do not hold that there is any innate goodness to mankind. To them I say, had you lived… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
You don't know what beauty is. You use the word, certainly, but your word is empty. Beauty is known only by one… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
My heart is a red rose. When happy, it sparkles brillianly. When sad it bleeds and forms a dark puddle under it.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Good heavens, of what un costly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
Nothing in the world is so soft and pleasing to the touch, as the skin of a woman's thigh. No flower, feather… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
Any action, like any act of magic, is in some sense an act of faith ... I've seen the desert bloom, the… — Starhawk Copy Share Image
The ideal garden is one in which a collection of trees, shrubs and plants have been procured and allotted to the best… — Penelope Hobhouse Copy Share Image
Never did form more fairy thread the dance Than she who scours the hills to find it flowers; Never did sweeter lips… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
Not forever does the bulbul sing In balmy shades of bowers, Not forever lasts the spring Nor ever blossom the flowers. Not… — Khushwant Singh Copy Share Image
“At April' Toss your gay heads, Brown girl trees; Toss your gay lovely heads; Shake your brown slim bodies; Stretch your brown… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The rule of no realm is mine. But all worthy things that are in peril as the world now stands, those are… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“Color is the soul’s softest whisper,... a tender touch in darkness, yet it reveals itself neither through fragility nor delicacy,... but through… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
Alice! A childish story take, And with a gentle hand, Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined In Memory's mystic band, Like… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
If you bend a branch until it's horizontal, the sap will slow to a stopping point: a comma or colon, made of… — Alice Oswald Copy Share Image
Whoever has not learned to let Nature have her way is not fit for a gardener, or, for that matter, for a… — William Lawson Copy Share Image
Little Sparta is a garden in the traditional sense. It is perhaps not like other modern gardens, but I think that other… — Ian Hamilton Finlay Copy Share Image
Summer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“For me the autumn has never been a sad season. The dead leaves and the increasingly shorter days have never suggested the… — Patrick Modiano Copy Share Image
Sometimes a game comes at just the right moment in your life. 'Flower' is beautiful, serene, and a bit of sunshine in… — Rob Manuel Copy Share Image
An artist's creative energy is ephemeral as a flower. It blooms and soon dies. No artist is great forever. Personally, I think… — Kim Ki-duk Copy Share Image
“Never climb the tree with the reason of plucking a fruit; only to get there and pick a leaf. Let everything you… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
Good, honest, hardheaded character is a function of the home. If the proper seed is sown there and properly nourished for a… — George Amos Dorsey Copy Share Image
Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leave you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing, and listen… — Max Lucado Copy Share Image
If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
I was like the roadie, I was carrying gear, checking things in at airports, making sure they had flowers backstage and interfacing… — Annie E. Clark Copy Share Image
There's a catharsis in cutting down trees. But there's absolutely none of that in picking cotton. It's maddening! It's fiddly, and it… — Chiwetel Ejiofor Copy Share Image
Plants of great vigor will almost always struggle into blossom, despite impediments. But there should be encouragement, and a free genial atmosphere… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
The Admiral says that he never beheld so fair a thing: trees all along the river, beautiful and green, and different from… — Christopher Columbus Copy Share Image
