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She knew this man's smile, his gentle ways of love, but not his godlike fury in the storm. She might snare him… — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
“countryside of Laraford, five sisters and two young men were enjoying the last day of summer. On the far side of the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Thinning is a lot of work and also seems to disturb the roots of the remaining plant, and that’s not good. But… — Mel Bartholomew Copy Share Image
“Delusional thinking, obviously, the other acorns concluded, but one of them continued to engage him in conversation: “So tell us, how would… — Beatrice Chestnut Copy Share Image
My closest friend, who died not long ago, is buried near Marx's grave in Highgate cemetery, so I see the gaggle of… — Alastair Campbell Copy Share Image
“The plants in the garden - the aloes, the almond tree, the rose tree and the iris - were afraid of her.… — Hendrik Cramer Copy Share Image
Lies About Love We are all liars, because The truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, Whereas letters are fixed, and we… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree-ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“This is a story, told the way you say stories should be told: Somebody grew up, fell in love, and spent a… — Ann Beattie Copy Share Image
It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
The instinctive and universal taste of mankind selects flowers for the expression of its finest sympathies, their beauty and their fleetingness serving… — George Stillman Hillard Copy Share Image
In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life—November seasons of disaster, when… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
There are so many forms of love. Spending time with friends, love stories. I enjoy showing my love by baking a cake… — Pom Klementieff Copy Share Image
I am purely evil; Hear the thrum of my evil engine; Evilly I come. The stars are thick as flowers In the… — Ethel Mannin Copy Share Image
“I know most people think of spring as the season of new beginnings, when women chase the winter dirt from their homes,… — Andrea Busfield Copy Share Image
“Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-brown river overhung with weeping trees and… — David Foster Wallace Copy Share Image
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“We can either fill our minds and chatter to ourselves about issues and people while we are gardening, or we can simply… — David Carlyle Copy Share Image
How should Spring bring forth a garden on hard stone? Become earth, that you may grow flowers of many colors. For you… — Rumi Copy Share Image
“HAVE you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Now the summer's in prime Wi' the flowers richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme A' the moorlands perfuming. To own dear… — Robert Tannahill Copy Share Image
I am running through a snowfall which is her thighs, he dramatized in purple. Her thighs are filling up the street. Wide… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower down the… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
The dawn came - not the flaming sky that promises storm, but a golden dawn of infinite promise. The birds came flying… — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
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A tree you pass by every day is just a tree. If you are to closely examine what a tree has and… — William Shatner Copy Share Image
Simplicity is the law of Nature for man as well as for flowers. When the tapestry (corolla) of the nuptial bed (calyx)… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“It's in Greek and it means 'It's impossible to escape from what is destined.' I should probably start from the beginning. The… — Emily McKee Copy Share Image
You have to take springtime on its own terms in the Ozarks: there is no other way. It can't be predicted. It… — Sue Hubbell Copy Share Image
“Summer fell upon Paris, with everyone still intently following his own subterranean course of passion or habit and looking up like a… — Françoise Sagan Copy Share Image
Beyond its practical aspects, gardening - be it of the soil or soul - can lead us on a philosophical and spiritual… — Christopher McDowell Copy Share Image
The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times,… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
Trees and flowers were often more meaningful to me than people. They always helped me, consoled me, giving the soul a chance… — Svetlana Alliluyeva Copy Share Image
“But that did not make Mirko happy - the world was melting away; what was a grade compared with the world? He… — Josip Novakovich Copy Share Image
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In my perfect world order, it is cold all the time. Everyone wears sweaters and drinks coffee. People don't speak to each… — Michael Showalter Copy Share Image
