You stand now between anarchy and law. The Police have done their duty. Let the jury have the same courage so that… — Jason Epstein Copy Share Image
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“What is a flower? A giant sexual organ in its Sunday best. The truth has been known for a long time, yet,… — Amélie Nothomb Copy Share Image
“I started my illustrious career with a pitchfork in my hand and saddle soap in my pocket." Idly he tugged a white… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
I'm a hopeless romantic, and very much the person in a relationship to go: If things are going well, I'll buy the… — Jennifer Love Hewitt Copy Share Image
The more contemplative gardener, seeing the garden as a whole, the design of it, and its nature as a still place of… — Susan Hill Copy Share Image
Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth.… — William Longgood Copy Share Image
For me to get the support and the love and response we did from critics, but to also be at Trader Joe's… — Monica Potter Copy Share Image
Just as some plants bear fruit only if they don't shoot up too high, so in practical arts the leaves and flowers… — Carl von Clausewitz Copy Share Image
“It was puzzling to own trees - they were not owned the way a business os owned or even a house is… — Philip Roth Copy Share Image
“Out here the wild things are healthy, the old trees whose roots find sustenance far below the ill-used layer of topsoil, the… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share Image
“The color white is a blank canvas, just waiting to be written on. Compared to other more stimulating colors it is a… — Chantal Larocque Copy Share Image
“It was rainy, trees leafing out, spring deepening into summer; and the forlorn cry of horns on the street, the dank smell… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
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In a way, a garden is the most useless of creations, the most slippery of creations: it is not like a painting… — Jamaica Kincaid Copy Share Image
One of the characteristics of love relationships that flower is a relatively high degree of mutual self-disclosure - a willingness to let… — Nathaniel Branden Copy Share Image
“There always comes in September a parched brightness to the air that hits Rabbit two ways, smelling of apples and blackboard dust… — John Updike Copy Share Image
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
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Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don't see what goes on underground -… — Joyce Meyer 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
The seed is the fetus, in other words, a true plant with its parts (that is, its leaves, of which there are… — Marcello Malpighi Copy Share Image
The patient. The pine tree seems to listen, the fir tree to wait: and both without impatience: - they give no thought… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
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Even a stone, and more easily a flower or a bird, could show you the way back to God, to the Source,… — Eckhart Tolle Copy Share Image
Grass is the forgiveness of nature - her constant benediction. Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal...Its tenacious fibers… — John James Ingalls Copy Share Image
“The weather here is windy, balmy, sometimes wet. Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
“Some families have secrets buried so deep, they're the only thing holding the roots in the ground. You dig up those secrets,… — Ni'chelle Genovese Copy Share Image
If you try to become a buddha, one thing is certain - you will not be able to become yourself. One thing… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I have likewise made many 'skies' and effects - for I wish it could be said of me as Fuselli says of… — John Constable Copy Share Image
I've always been intrigued by things that insinuate femininity, so in my designs, something like a flower is never about the fact… — Erdem Moral?oglu Copy Share Image
Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Orchids manufacture their intricate devices from the common components of ordinary flowers, parts usually fitted for very different functions. If God had… — Stephen Jay Gould Copy Share Image
“in the summer, it's short greens and tall greens and sometimes a smudge of other colors. In winter, it's squinty white,and sometimes… — Blue Balliett Copy Share Image
The gardens I love best are those that are still affectionately tended by the people who own them and who made them… — Allen Lacy Copy Share Image
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