He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
O, sorrow! Why dost borrow Heart's lightness from the merriment of May? — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Seeds never complain when you bury them; they rise. Do likewise.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
Flowers are made to bloom in the sun and not to be shut up in an apron. — Johanna Spyri Copy Share Image
You smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell it, what matter? — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
It's so cold that a nuclear missile from North Korea doesn't sound so bad. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Neither a garden nor a gardener can be made in one year, nor in one generation even. — Mabel Osgood Wright Copy Share Image
The garden is as good a symbol as you can find of a dialectic between spheres of experience - of culture and… — David E. Cooper Copy Share Image
The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the… — Martha Ostenso Copy Share Image
The wind might blow away the petals of a flower but never let it blow away yours. — Akila Sultana Copy Share Image
Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together. — Jennifer Estep Copy Share Image
“Yellow daises tell me Brooklyn's been here. His flower girl. I brought nothing. Just myself. How fitting. Seems like that's all I've… — Lisa Schroeder Copy Share Image
God is within you. God is a nice feeling. He's the flowers and smells and the nice things in life. — Ozzy Osbourne Copy Share Image
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Rising through the winter fog, spring is already here. If I could have one wish come true, I would wish to live… — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
Ironic," Betty Lou said at last. "The cereus insists on sunlight---that's why it must be at the end of the yard. And… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
Stunted varieties were generally chosen, particularly if they had the side branches opposite or regular, for much depends upon this; a one-sided… — Robert Fortune Copy Share Image
Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak; remember, Lord, how short my time is; remember that I am but flesh,… — Lancelot Andrewes Copy Share Image
“Autumn. It's crispness, it's anticipation, it's melancholia, it's cool breezes replacing summer's heat. It's long days in the field, a harvest festival… — Good Housekeeping Magazine Copy Share Image
“The world comes to life. Wisps of green steal across the fields, rich with the promise of spring. Tiny shoots push through… — Miklos Vamos Copy Share Image
Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat… — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
