We are extremely uncomfortable with the spiritual aspects of gardening, and yet most people feel it in some form or other, even… — Monty Don Copy Share Image
“Student: Master, a large tree is threatening to encircle our temple building. Shall I cut it down? Master: You've misunderstood. A beautiful… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
Nature promotes mutualism. The flower nourishes the bee. The river waters quench the thirst of all living beings. And trees provide a… — Ram Nath Kovind Copy Share Image
Most marvelous and enviable is that fecundity of fancy which can adorn whatever it touches, which can invest naked fact and dry… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
“I thought of many an autumn I had known: Seemly autumns approaching deliberately, with amplitude. I thought of wild asters, Michaelmas daisies,… — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
“You cannot take this with you, goodman. The wedding band on your hand is queer enough. The flower is too much." "Give… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
A tree there is that from its topmost bough Is half all glittering flame and half all green Abounding foliage moistened with… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“Early spice traders tried to plant allspice seeds around the world but found them impossible to germinate. Eventually it was discovered that… — Amy Stewart Copy Share Image
He couldn't tell that this was one of those occasions a man never forgets: a small cicatrice had been made on the… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“You may live or work around a bunch of weeds, but don’t let that stop you from blooming. Realize that your environment… — Joel Osteen Copy Share Image
He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“Flowers bloomed without glimpsing your smile in spring, leaves have fallen in autumn chiming in with the gloom, the chill of winter… — Elizabeth E. Castillo Copy Share Image
Pale purple as the bloom om a ripe plum, veined with the gold of late flowering gorse, set with small slender birches,just… — Flora Thompson Copy Share Image
The forest stretched on seemingly forever with the most monotonous predictability, each tree just like the next - trunk, branches, leaves; trunk,… — Thomas M. Disch Copy Share Image
The conduct and manners of women, in fact, evidently prove that their minds are not in a healthy state; for, like the… — Mary Wollstonecraft Copy Share Image
“Miriam - I'll give you any flowers you want!' Rhapsodising over the thousand scents of her body, I exclaimed: 'I'll grow orchids… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
I don't fear death; I fear remaining silent in the face of injustice. I am young and I want to live. But… — Malalai Joya Copy Share Image
Try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it. Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing, where something… — Jalal Ad-Din Rumi Copy Share Image
Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb… — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
“winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that daybreak of summer, fresh like every dawn, gay like… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
My worship is of a very strange kind. In this, Ganga water is not required. No special utensils are necessary. Even flowers… — Lahiri Mahasaya Copy Share Image
Perhaps it is to prepare to hear some day the music of the spheres that I am always turning my ears to… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“Nothing is ordinary,' said the tyger. 'Everything is extraordinary. In all of infinity and eternity, that flower exists only in this world;… — S.F. Said Copy Share Image
“The emptiness imparts a strange melancholy which she could never express...except to think of bare trees under a white winter sky, empty… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of Heaven, is as if the grovelling caterpillar should lament that it… — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
I was born to catch dragons in their dens And pick flowers To tell tales and laugh away the morning To drift… — James Kavanaugh Copy Share Image
“Then a severe frost succeeds which prepares it to receive the voluminous coat of snow which is soon to follow; though it… — H. St. John de Crèvecoeur Copy Share Image
“I stood transfixed, the silence ringing in my ears. From the field of wild grasses; cocksfoot, tufted hair, wild oat, tall fescue,… — Nell Grey Copy Share Image
It is better just to get on with the business of living and minding your own business and maybe, if God likes… — Bryce Courtenay Copy Share Image
I did not want to be a tree, a flower or a wave. In a dancer's body, we as audience must see… — Martha Graham Copy Share Image
I'd like to go to another planet, which I might live long enough to accomplish. Just get on a spaceship and go.… — Shirley MacLaine Copy Share Image
I crave and seek a natural explanation of all phenomena upon this earth, but the word 'natural' to me implies more than… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time… — Mitchell Burgess Copy Share Image
“They had expected to see the grey, heathery slope of the moor going up and up to join the dull autumn sky.… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Never to tire, never to grow cold; to be patient, sympathetic, tender; to look for the budding flower and the opening heart;… — Henri Frederic Amiel Copy Share Image
Know how to get close to it: mountains are often seen from far off - beautiful, interesting, full of challenges. But what… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“THINGS TO DO THIS SUMMER 1. Make Father Mickey lose his black Irish temper. 2. Wear a turtleneck, take in a deep… — Lesley Kagen Copy Share Image
My mother could never have said she loved fall, but as she walked down the steps with her suitcase in hand toward… — Dinaw Mengestu Copy Share Image
I often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? Suppose we could use one life, already… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
