There are some optimists who search eagerly for the skunk cabbage which in February sometimes pushes itself up through the ice, and… — Joseph Wood Krutch Copy Share Image
The flower draws its life energy from the soil and from the sun. We are very similar. We continuously receive energy from… — Ratu Bagus Copy Share Image
“Still, I remember a more expansive time when the first winter snowfall was a magical act of creation and cold seemed incapable… — Eric Schaller Copy Share Image
My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts… — Mao Zedong Copy Share Image
Belly tops, flip flops Lemonade, in the shade Blue skies, hot guys, Late nights water fights, Ice creams, sweet dreams, Bathing suits,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There are times of great beauty on a coffee farm. When the plantation flowered in the beginning of the rains, it was… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
Come back to me, Tessa. Henry said that perhaps, since you had touched the soul of an angel, that you dream of… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
In his or her life, each person can take one of two attitudes: to build or to plant. Builders may take years… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
In Egypt, I loved the perfume of the lotus. A flower would bloom in the pool at dawn, filling the entire garden… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
With Wordsworth, indeed, the light of revelation did not fall upon human beings so unbrokenly as upon the face of the earth.… — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
He’s stronger than this. He’s always been stronger… (Vane) Even the mightiest oak can be felled by a whisper of a wind… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
The winter solstice has always been special to me as a barren darkness that gives birth to a verdant future beyond imagination,… — Gary Zukav Copy Share Image
However small your garden, you must provide for two of the serious gardener's necessities, a tool shed and a compost heap. A… — Ann Scott Copy Share Image
Life is like a garden. Quite naturally, leaves wither and flowers fade. Only if we clear the decay of the past then… — Mata Amritanandamayi Copy Share Image
“If you take any longer,” Rutilio chortled, “Sierra here will be in the nursing home by the time you’re done. Anyway, your… — Daniel José Older Copy Share Image
“He was standing by the edge of a small pool- not more than ten feet from side to side- in a wood.… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are… — Mathilde Blind Copy Share Image
People talk about the beauty of the spring, but I can't see it. The trees are brown and bare, slimy with rain.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As the biocentric view suggests, the garden prospers when control is balanced by equal measures of humility and benevolence. A balance is… — Jim Nollman Copy Share Image
If you ask a tree how he feels to know that he's spreading his fragrance and making people happy, I don't think… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We must not hope to be mowers, And to gather the ripe gold ears, Unless we have first been sowers And water… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
There are some of us who can live without wild things, and some who cannot. For us of the minority, the opportunity… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
“Then she broke down and cried onto the flowery wrapping paper. Melanie put her arms around the poor, thin body. What is… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Let every Christian be a gardener so that he and she and the whole of creation, which groans in expectation of the… — Vigen Guroian Copy Share Image
So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd With the dead boughs… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
To us who remain behind is left this day of memories. Every year--in the full tide of spring, at the height of… — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr Copy Share Image
“He was footprints in the snow. Not all loves are meant to last. Some are meant to grace you briefly, before fading,… — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
C. albus...I think the very loveliest of all the lily family - a spotless soul, plant saint, that every one must love… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Honey comes out of the air At early dawn the leaves of trees are found bedewed with honey. Whether this is the… — Pliny the Elder Copy Share Image
With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of… — Aberjhani Copy Share Image
It is only from the light which streams constantly from heaven that a tree can derive the energy to strike its roots… — Simone Weil Copy Share Image
'American Horror' goes for a very specific kind of Seventies suburban downer ambience - 'Flowers in the Attic' paperbacks, Black Sabbath album… — Rob Sheffield Copy Share Image
A second blow of many flowers appears, flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume; but fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreath… — James Grahame Copy Share Image
My friend jewelry designer Courtney Crangi has been obsessed with Star Wars all her life and has seen the movies 150 times.… — Cass Sunstein Copy Share Image
“I had come to love the space, and I could see why Lady Anna had too. The orchids were positively glorious. She'd… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
“Every woman, even the most respectable, had roses blooming under glass; lips cut with a knife; curls of Indian ink; there was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
