Landscaping is the great cardinal sin of modern architecture. It's not your garden, it's not a park - it's a formless patch… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
Green, the color of growth, or surgent life, enwraps the land. New green, still as individual as the plants themselves. Cool green,… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
“The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don’t flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though sometimes… — Galway Kinnell Copy Share Image
When at last I took the time to look into the heart of a flower, it opened up a whole new world;… — Grace Kelly Copy Share Image
This is the effect of panic, a natural effect, you could say that animal nature is like this, plant life would behave… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
...the thoughtful excitement of lonely rambles, of gardening, and of other like occupations, where the mind has leisure to must during the… — Augustus William Hare Copy Share Image
You shall find books and sermons everywhere, in the land and in the sea, in the earth and in the skies, and… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
“You are no ruin sir--no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Modern literature is a north-east wind--a blight of the human soul. I take credit to myself for having helped to make it… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
I understood that all the material of a literary work was in my past life, I understood that I had acquired it… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“I watched that plant in the office every day. Watered it; misted it. I loved thinking about it like G.T. said, but… — Joan Bauer Copy Share Image
Brave old-flowers! Wall-flowers, Gilly flowers, Stocks! For even as the field-flowers, from which a trifle, a ray of beauty, a drop of… — Maurice Maeterlinck Copy Share Image
“in dawdling through the greenhouse, where the loss of her favorite plants, unwarily exposed, and nipped by the lingering frost, raised the… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“She could hear her hair growing. It sounded like something crumbling. A burnt thing crumbling. Coal. Toast. Moths crisped on a light… — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“She walks towards Karen and Karen feels a cool wind against her skin, and the grandmother holds out both of her knobby… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
How many men are like trees, already strong and full grown, which are transplanted into some gardens, to the astonishment of those… — Jean de la Bruyere Copy Share Image
“Few people would argue that Stony Cross Park was one of the most beautiful places in England. The Hampshire estate sustained an… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
“A garden is composed of a variety of clocks, Aritomo had once told me. Some of them run faster than the others,… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
As long as there's a place for sundials and gardening and beautiful things, there's a place for the harpsichord. I completely reject… — Mahan Esfahani Copy Share Image
“A woman was bargaining with the gardener for a piece of vine, half as big as her finger, for her miniature Japanese… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
I remember, around age three, peas growing in the back garden. Pinching them from their pods and popping them in the mouth… — Caitlin Moran Copy Share Image
I really cherish my time at home. As you know, I love my husband so much, but he's always doing everything for… — Beth Hart Copy Share Image
“Sometimes in life, it is necessary to be a colourful flower that can be noticed even from far away; sometimes you have… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
A gardener who cultivates his own garden with his own hands, unites in his own person the three different characters, of landlord,… — Adam Smith Copy Share Image
As a married woman, I know perfectly well what six or eight inches looks like, so it's easy to make a good… — Cassandra Danz Copy Share Image
If you grow a garden you are going to shed some sweat, and you are going to spend some time bent over;… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“Laura's mind was already racing with the creative possibilities presented to her. She whipped out her sketchbook and started to work away… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
There is a dew in one flower and not in another, because one opens in cup and takes it in, while the… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
If your purse no longer bulges and you've lost your golden treasure, If times you think you're lonely and have hungry grown… — Edgar Guest Copy Share Image
One ought to be ashamed to make use of the wonders of science embodied in a radio set, the while appreciating them… — Albert Einstein Copy Share Image
Flowers construct the most charming geometries: circles like the sun, ovals, cones, curlicues and a variety of triangular eccentricities, which when viewed… — Duane Michals Copy Share Image
We belong to no cult. We are not Nature Lovers. We don't love nature any more than we love breathing. Nature is… — Louise Dickinson Rich Copy Share Image
“We come from seed,” he told his son, smiling. “We grow up, blossom, and produce fruit. Then the fruit dries and goes… — Diana Palmer Copy Share Image
One of the greatest virtues of gardening is this perpetual renewal of youth and spring, of promise of flower and fruit that… — Edward Augustus Bowles Copy Share Image
“Might I,” quavered Mary, “might I have a bit of earth?” In her eagerness she did not realize how queer the words… — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that… — Richard Hooker Copy Share Image
“One day when I ventured into the garden to regard its bloom, My eyes beheld on a bower a withered rose. When… — Musharraf Ali Farooqi Copy Share Image
If any man is rich and powerful he comes under the law of God by which the higher branches must take the… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Oh, good lord, Jeff. Don't go getting all emotional on me. I've been getting it from my mom, my dad, my sister,… — Jordan Sonnenblick Copy Share Image
I like not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow; I like the… — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
