Silently a flower blooms, In silence it falls away; Yet here now, at this moment, at this place, The world of the… — Zenkei Shibayama Copy Share Image
Beautiful things happen to those who wait patience and keep feeding their relationships. Look at the plants. First they are just tiny… — Superman Copy Share Image
The bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like emeralds others,… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
I encourage him to be in his garden as often as possible. Then he has to walk to Rosings nearly every day.… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“Water will, increasingly, be detained, stored and then recycled or infiltrated in gardens.” — Tom Turner Copy Share Image
In a twilight garden, when a brown nightingale starts singing, what is left to a blonde chicken is to remain silent. — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
The farmer and the gardener are both busy, the gardener perhaps the more excitable of the two, for he is more of… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
Put an Englishman into the garden of Eden, and he would find fault with the whole blasted concern; put a Yankee in,… — Josh Billings Copy Share Image
To cultivate a garden is. . . to go hand in hand with Nature in some of her most beautiful processes, to… — Christian Nestell Bovee Copy Share Image
I'm trying to photosynthesize like a plant. I'm off eating. Although I am making a lot of banana daiquiries in my room… — Jimmy Page Copy Share Image
The actual flower is the plant's highest fulfilment, and are not here exclusively for herbaria, county floras and plant geography: they are… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
All things are flowing, even those that seem immovable. The adamant is always passing into smoke. The plants imbibe the materialswhich they… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“The wind may have no body to call its own, and yet it echoes through the pine forests. On the other hand,… — Saikaku Ihara Copy Share Image
“I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm,… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“How this peculiar grass, native to Central America and unknown to the Old World before 1492, came to colonize so much of… — Michael Pollan Copy Share Image
Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower. — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
“A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot-- The veriest school Of peace” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. — John Milton Copy Share Image
And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“The garden was Adam’s house, but Eve was his home and his companion in achieving his true purpose. Earth’s first love story… — Lynn G. Robbins Copy Share Image
