“That night the first frost of autumn struck Tucker's Grove. It crept up from the ground, snaring the fragile roots of plants.… — Kevin J. Anderson Copy Share Image
In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I can't think of any flower that wouldn't be suitable to merge with an image of a newborn, and as I was… — Anne Geddes Copy Share Image
The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in… — Dan Simmons Copy Share Image
Have you ever watched the jet cars race on the boulevard?...I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“She felt strong and blissfully empty gliding through the crisp November air, enjoying the intermittent warmth of the sun as it filtered… — Tom Perrotta Copy Share Image
With all due respect for the wondrous ways people have invented to amuse themselves and one another on paved surfaces, I find… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
You remember when you were maybe five years old and you went out in the morning and you looked at the day… — L. Ron Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Must be I find you tough and lusty as the life, all toil and tempo, finesse and plain fight, with values so… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
We are told that the first part of the process is to select the very smallest seeds from the smallest plants, which… — Robert Fortune Copy Share Image
“Colder than the winter wind howling its dirge through the Southwest Forest. Colder than the snow blanketing tree, rock and earth in… — Brian Jacques Copy Share Image
Think about a seed. Once it lands, it's stuck. It can't move to find better soil, moisture or sunlight. It's able to… — David Suzuki Copy Share Image
Who can describe the transports of a beam truly parental on beholding a daughter shoot up like some fair and modest flower,… — George Fordyce Copy Share Image
Let it crumble! Let the rocks revile me and flowers wilt at my coming. Your whole universe is not enough to prove… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
How people make gardens is bound to reflect a way of experiencing the natural world, while at the same time this experience… — David E. Cooper Copy Share Image
“The flowers themselves were strong and hardy. They filled the green with color and thrived on Camp Lakeview's land. Together. They spent… — Melissa J. Morgan Copy Share Image
Your seed has been covered with so many layers of culture, etiquitte, education, religion, country, that you have completely forgotten that you… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Trees which grow in places facing the course of the sun are not of porous fiber but are solid, being drained by… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
If I could give you the world on a silver platter Would it even matter? You'd still be mad at me. If… — Jill Scott Copy Share Image
Learn from nature. Stuff lives and stuff dies all the time, you know. Animals and birds and flowers. Trees come and go,… — Joanna Lumley Copy Share Image
Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The summer lasted a long long time, like verse after verse of a ballad, but when it ended, it ended like a… — Ardyth Kennelly Copy Share Image
“The garden was crossed by a path of red gravel, edged by a border of thick box, of many years' growth, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Spring has again returned. The Earth is like a child that knows many poems. Many, O so many. For the hardship of… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
My grandmother lived in a universe filled with life. It was impossible for her to conceive of any creature - even the… — Eknath Easwaran Copy Share Image
“Postscript And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October,… — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“No, not of course at all—it is really all hocus-pocus. The days lengthen in the winter-time, and when the longest comes, the… — Thomas Mann Copy Share Image
“If we analyze or dissect a flower, looking for the flower among its parts, we shall not find it ... And yet,… — Dalai Lama XIV Copy Share Image
Around us, life bursts with miracles--a glass of water, a ray of sunshine, a leaf, a caterpillar, a flower, laughter, raindrops. If… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Some of the memories were not clear---dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I'd… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
Sometimes our thoughts turn back toward a corner in a forest, or the end of a bank, or an orchard powdered with… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
Radio, sewing machine, bookends, ironing board and that great big piano lamp - peace, that's what I like. Butterbean vines planted all… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us; visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
He who knows his soul knows this truth: " I am beyond everything finite; I I now see that the Spirit, alone… — Paramahansa Yogananda Copy Share Image
My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We must remain as close to the flowers, the grass, and the butterflies as the child is who is not yet so… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
