You could have had me in the orchard. I would have let…

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