Truth is the strong compost in which beauty may sometimes germinate — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
A friend is someone who stays in when the rest of the world has gone out. — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“Remember it is not you who supports the root, but the root that supports you.” — Apostle Paul -- Letter to the Romans Copy Share Image
If winter should say, 'Spring is in my heart,' who would believe winter? — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead. — Adelaide Crapsey Copy Share Image
“If seeds saw dirt as their enemy, they would lose out on the opportunity to grow.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour? — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but would not cost half as much during the winter months. — George Ade Copy Share Image
A garden without cats, it will be generally agreed, can scarcely deserve to be called a garden at all. — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
“I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer. It certainly helps one to believe… — Dodie Smith Copy Share Image
The thing you can count on in life is that Tennessee will always be scorching hot in August. — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
In the garden of literature, the highest and the most charismatic flowers are always the quotations. — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
I shall open my eyes and ears. Once every day I shall simply stare at a tree, a flower, a cloud, or… — Clyde S. Kilby Copy Share Image
Michael patted him on the shoulder. “I like this plan,” he said. “You and Eve, picking up cake and flowers, and you… — Rachel Caine Copy Share Image
I like to encourage people interested in gardening or planting to begin with a simple herb garden. Even if you live in… — Anna Getty Copy Share Image
“Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs" 'I'm so glad I live… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“The instant of petrified violence that sometimes foreruns a summer storm saturated the hushed yard, and in the unearthly tinseled light rusty… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Love is a rose But you better not pick it. It only grows When it's on the vine. Handful of thorns And… — Neil Young Copy Share Image
Gardening is really an extended form of reading, of history and philosophy. The garden itself has become like writing a book. I… — Jamaica Kincaid Copy Share Image
When you’re young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the… — Julian Barnes Copy Share Image
