“The mind is the only level at which any lasting change can occur—it is the soil in which we plant our hopes… — Darren Main Copy Share Image
It isn't the kind of profession that you have that makes you flourish; it's what you are coming from, within, that makes… — John de Ruiter Copy Share Image
See yonder another King's garden, which the King waters with his bloody sweat-Gethsemane, whose bitter herbs are sweeter far to renewed souls… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Sitting under a tree, I studied my options. The fall flowers were in full bloom: verbena, goldenrod, chrysanthemum, and a late-blooming rose.… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
Any mundane activity can become meditative. Digging a hole in the garden, planting new roses in the garden - you can do… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
“It is winter now, and the roses are blooming again, their petals bright against the snow. My father died last April; my… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
When we look deeply into the heart of a flower, we see clouds, sunshine, minerals, time, the earth, and everything else in… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
“animal and plant are the descending fifth and third of man, the inorganic kingdom being the lower octave. The full truth of… — Arthur Schopenhauer Copy Share Image
At the time Gothic cathedrals were designed, most people lived in dark huts, so just walking into a space vastly larger than… — Michael Persinger Copy Share Image
Indian monks were the first to choose the garden as the proper setting for their lives, which were devoted to the contemplation… — Marie-Luise Gothein Copy Share Image
This is the effect of panic, a natural effect, you could say that animal nature is like this, plant life would behave… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When at last I took the time to look into the heart of a flower, it opened up a whole new world;… — Grace Kelly Copy Share Image
“The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes… — Galway Kinnell Copy Share Image
...the thoughtful excitement of lonely rambles, of gardening, and of other like occupations, where the mind has leisure to must during the… — Augustus William Hare Copy Share Image
You shall find books and sermons everywhere, in the land and in the sea, in the earth and in the skies, and… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
“Modern literature is a north-east wind--a blight of the human soul. I take credit to myself for having helped to make it… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
“You are no ruin sir--no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I watched that plant in the office every day. Watered it; misted it. I loved thinking about it like G.T. said, but… — Joan Bauer Copy Share Image
I understood that all the material of a literary work was in my past life, I understood that I had acquired it… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Brave old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly flowers, Stocks! For even as the field-flowers, from which a trifle, a ray of beauty, a drop of… — Maurice Maeterlinck Copy Share Image
Ingratitude is the frost that nips the flower even as it opens, that shrivels the generous apple on the branch, that freezes… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
The garden [of Eden] is the realm of pure beauty from which man is expelled when he becomes interested in ethics, in… — John Carroll Copy Share Image
“In the rain forest, no niche lies unused. No emptiness goes unfilled. No gasp of sunlight goes untrapped. In a million vest… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
I'm a very big fan of winter-flowering shrubs and bulbs. You have the smell, you have the color - it's really like… — Dries van Noten Copy Share Image
“Anyone who has a garden, park or orchard tree has an opportunity to ensure that it offers protection, brings beauty and bears… — Gabriel Hemery Copy Share Image
Landscaping is the great cardinal sin of modern architecture. It's not your garden, it's not a park - it's a formless patch… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
Green, the color of growth, or surgent life, enwraps the land. New green, still as individual as the plants themselves. Cool green,… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
How many men are like trees, already strong and full grown, which are transplanted into some gardens, to the astonishment of those… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
“Few people would argue that Stony Cross Park was one of the most beautiful places in England. The Hampshire estate sustained an… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“A garden is composed of a variety of clocks, Aritomo had once told me. Some of them run faster than the others,… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
As long as there's a place for sundials and gardening and beautiful things, there's a place for the harpsichord. I completely reject… — Mahan Esfahani Copy Share Image
I remember, around age three, peas growing in the back garden. Pinching them from their pods and popping them in the mouth… — Caitlin Moran Copy Share Image
“A woman was bargaining with the gardener for a piece of vine, half as big as her finger, for her miniature Japanese… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
I really cherish my time at home. As you know, I love my husband so much, but he's always doing everything for… — Beth Hart Copy Share Image
“in dawdling through the greenhouse, where the loss of her favorite plants, unwarily exposed, and nipped by the lingering frost, raised the… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“She walks towards Karen and Karen feels a cool wind against her skin, and the grandmother holds out both of her knobby… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Might I,” quavered Mary, “might I have a bit of earth?” In her eagerness she did not realize how queer the words… — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that… — Richard Hooker Copy Share Image
“One day when I ventured into the garden to regard its bloom, My eyes beheld on a bower a withered rose. When… — Musharraf Ali Farooqi Copy Share Image