“In Nina Kimbereley's garden the scabiosa flowers were dark as garnet brooches; the nicotiana a veil of tossing crimson stars. Nothing was… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“Reader, do you know, as I do, what terror those cold people can put into the ice of their questions? How much… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Late February, and the air's so balmy snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard will come,… — Gail Mazur Copy Share Image
To me, you can't have style without being inspired. When I design a collection, I am inspired by so many things. The… — Isaac Mizrahi Copy Share Image
“Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“How plants grow: Quickly. Most plants grow fast and die young. People get seventy years, a bean plant gets four months, maybe… — Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak Copy Share Image
“People where you live, the little prince said, grow five thousand roses in one garden... Yet they don't find what they're looking… — Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Copy Share Image
O' little flower love expresses within, supplying new blood blazoned fires begin; the exchange of pure-passion awakens our seeds, as loves creations… — Johnny Luckett Copy Share Image
I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in… — Eleanor Roosevelt Copy Share Image
“October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in… — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
“What long-dead face makes here the grass so green? On what earth-buried bosom do we lean? Ah! love, when we in turn… — Richard Le Gallienne Copy Share Image
“At the edge of the avalanche At the glacier’s icy rim Grows the flower of the snowfields Trembling in the wintry wind.… — Kathryn Lasky Copy Share Image
Sugaring season is the season when you tap the trees for sugar that turns into maple syrup. I've married someone from Vermont,… — Beth Orton Copy Share Image
“Things are too full of life in the spring months. In the summer, they’re too strong and won’t let go. Autumn .… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Books of natural history make the most cheerful winter reading. I read in Audubon with a thrill of delight, when the snow… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
You go to a plant not only to pat the people on the back, but to tell them about the opportunities they… — Carlos Ghosn Copy Share Image
Every object in nature is impressed with God's footsteps, and every day repeats the wonders of creation. There is not an object,… — Thomas Guthrie Copy Share Image
The more a church flourishes, the more, I believe, do hypocrites get in, just as you see many a noxious creeping thing… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
“I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
When one speaks of increasing power, machinery, and industry there comes up a picture of a cold, metallic sort of world in… — Henry Ford Copy Share Image
I think the simplest way to break the ice is probably to try playing on the same level, to discuss everything in… — Frida Giannini Copy Share Image
Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds,… — Howard Mumford Jones Copy Share Image
Always grow flowers, as that will make your way full of flowers. Never grow thorns, as that will make your way thorny.… — Rahman Baba Copy Share Image
The man to solitude accustom'd long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
I hate growing so damn cold, I'm trying to make myself so strong that I wont fall back down off the mountain… — Travis Martin Copy Share Image
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
There are many different stories to tell. It's never the same. Every day weather blows in and out, alters the surface. Sometimes… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image
In marriage, if you're a guy, learn two phrases. One is "yes, dear" and the other is "honey, you're right." Be patient.… — Denzel Washington Copy Share Image
I never seem to find what I'm looking for, though. I suppose I feel, these days, too aware of schedules and things,… — Quentin S. Crisp Copy Share Image
the streams buck like rams in a tent / whips crack and from the hills come the crookedly combed /shadows of the… — Hans Arp Copy Share Image
“Wildflowers burst from the ground in vivid blues and whites and violets, creating a picture more pleasing than anything her hands could… — Katie Ganshert Copy Share Image
This is a beautiful time of year with spring beginning to burst forth in many parts of the world, bringing all of… — M. Russell Ballard Copy Share Image
To early man, trees were objects of awe and wonder. The mystery of their growth, the movement of their leaves and branches,… — Ruskin Bond Copy Share Image
“Flowers bloom in spring Oh, the sky spreads in summer They’re engraved and sparkling In my heart Rain falls in the morning… — Kobato Copy Share Image
Cruel and cold is the judgment of man, Cruel as winter, and cold as the snow; But by-and-by will the deed and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Hats off, gentlemen - a genius! If the mighty autocrat of the north knew what a dangerous enemy threatened him in Chopin's… — Frederic Chopin Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
A good woman is the loveliest flower that blooms under heaven; and we look with love and wonder upon its silent grace,… — William Makepeace Thackeray Copy Share Image
“On the day that Raphael crossed the border, the seas had turned a violent impossible blue, as had every river and every… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
