“Gmorning November You lurch & you lumber From bonfire to ember From waking to slumber You deaden the grass & you piss… — Lin-Manuel Miranda Copy Share Image
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree… — Homer Copy Share Image
What I'm talking about is pre-suasion, directing their minds to the moment before they experience the content. There's this interesting study. A… — Robert Cialdini Copy Share Image
The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Something inside me shuts down and I'm too numb to feel anything. It's like watching complete strangers in another Hunger Games. But… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I'm dreading fall. It is a terrifying season,' he says finally. 'Everything shriveling up and dying.' I don't know how to answer.… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
There is not really any courage at all in attacking hoary or antiquated things, any more than in offering to fight one's… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Walk in nature. Take the time to be still. Practicing arts, arranging flowers, doing some drawing, working on a computer, brings a… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
We had set out in a rain of flowers to seek the death of heroes. The war was our dream of greatness,… — Ernst Junger Copy Share Image
“With the onset of winter Burnham ordered all hydrants packed in horse manure to prevent freezing. On the coldest days the manure… — Erik Larson Copy Share Image
Soul is at home in the deep, shaded valleys. Heavy torpid flowers saturated with black grow there. The rivers flow like warm… — Dalai Lama Copy Share Image
At age 12 I had an obsession with Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange and then proceeded to watch all the other Kubrick films… — Anton Yelchin Copy Share Image
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,… — John Keats Copy Share Image
O rose! the sweetest blossom, Of spring the fairest flower, O rose! the joy of heaven. The god of love, with roses… — James Gates Percival Copy Share Image
“No season lasts forever because all of life is a cycle of planting, reaping, resting, and renewal. Winter is not infinite: even… — Anthony Robbins Copy Share Image
The school sent you flowers. I’m sure that totally makes up for the fact that they hired the psychotic, soul-stealing pedophile who… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
There's a catharsis in cutting down trees. But there's absolutely none of that in picking cotton. It's maddening! It's fiddly, and it… — Chiwetel Ejiofor Copy Share Image
Plants of great vigor will almost always struggle into blossom, despite impediments. But there should be encouragement, and a free genial atmosphere… — Margaret Fuller Copy Share Image
The Admiral says that he never beheld so fair a thing: trees all along the river, beautiful and green, and different from… — Christopher Columbus Copy Share Image
Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
A rose dreams of enjoying the company of bees, but none appears. The sun asks: “Aren’t you tired of waiting?” “Yes,” answers… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
“Sunlight was everywhere, glittering gold off the bright green leaves of the garden. A blackcap, concealed within the foliage of a nearby… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Have you ever felt a potential love for someone? Like, you don't actually love them and you know you don't, but you… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
The winter is made and you have to bear it, The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind, For all the… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The old dead trees are the most fascinating - the countless trees lying in the gullies and up the hills that fell… — Phillip Adams Copy Share Image
Fall is not the end of the gardening year; it is the start of next year's growing season. The mulch you lay… — Thalassa Cruso Copy Share Image
Summer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“For me the autumn has never been a sad season. The dead leaves and the increasingly shorter days have never suggested the… — Patrick Modiano Copy Share Image
Little Sparta is a garden in the traditional sense. It is perhaps not like other modern gardens, but I think that other… — Ian Hamilton Finlay Copy Share Image
An artist's creative energy is ephemeral as a flower. It blooms and soon dies. No artist is great forever. Personally, I think… — Kim Ki-duk Copy Share Image
Sometimes a game comes at just the right moment in your life. 'Flower' is beautiful, serene, and a bit of sunshine in… — Rob Manuel Copy Share Image
Good, honest, hardheaded character is a function of the home. If the proper seed is sown there and properly nourished for a… — George Amos Dorsey Copy Share Image
If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that's long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leave you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing, and listen… — Max Lucado Copy Share Image
I was like the roadie, I was carrying gear, checking things in at airports, making sure they had flowers backstage and interfacing… — Annie E. Clark Copy Share Image
“Never climb the tree with the reason of plucking a fruit; only to get there and pick a leaf. Let everything you… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
Making a garden is somehow like conducting a symphony - different plants come forward at different times and you need to think… — Elisabeth Murdoch Copy Share Image
“Up in the highlands blizzards howl like the widows of fishermen and the wind blisters the skin off your face. Winter comes… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
“From the sea of self-reflection emerges the pearl of transformation for as you shed your old skin in the melted space of… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
