And she saw herself cooking, baking, canning and working a…

You have to be fruitful, just like an apple with perfect color receiving good sunlight. When the people come to know about this apple…

— Senoraroy

But why should not the New Englander try new adventures - not lay so much stress on his grain, his potato and grass crop,…

— Henry David Thoreau

Each generation of humanity takes the earth as trustees... We ought to bequeath to posterity as many forests and orchards as we have exhausted…

— Julius Sterling Morton

Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth.…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery

They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on the round…

— Cormac McCarthy

What is paradise, but, a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights.

— William Lawson

“Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard." [ Give me the splendid silent sun ]”

— Walt Whitman

I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes. I slept on the ground in the light of the moon. On the edge of…

— Woody Guthrie

Return to Shaoshan I regret the passing, the dying, of the vague dream: my native orchards thirty-two years ago. Yet red banners roused the…

— Mao Zedong

There are some delightful places in this world which have a sensual charm for the eyes. One loves them with a physical love. We…

— Guy de Maupassant

No one lives on the top of the mountain. It's fine to go there occasionally -for inspiration, for new perspectives. But you have to…

— Arthur Gordon Webster

But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or gesture that…

— Willa Cather

And some days, he went on, were days of hearing every trump and trill of the universe. Some days were good for tasting and…

— Ray Bradbury

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the…

— Anonymous

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.

— Charles Baudelaire