Nobody on this planet will ever be able to answer the question, 'What happens when you die?' — Zak Bagans Copy Share Image
“And Ásta Sóllilja, it was she who swept on wings of poetry into those spheres which she had sensed as if in… — Halldór Laxness Copy Share Image
Strength may wield the ponderous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; But elegance, chief grace the garden shows,… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
“She wandered out for a walk. It was the kind of day that pretends spring has come, even though it hasn't. The… — Eloisa James Copy Share Image
“As he lifted the leather-bound cover, the musty smell of paper rose up. He turned the first mottled leaf and looked down… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more… — Anton Chekhov 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
“...It's who you are. You're like a hummingbird, defying reality, a beautiful mystery, spreading your sweetness to all the needy flowers. Well,… — Karin Kallmaker Copy Share Image
Quite possibly there's nothing as fine as a big freight train starting across country in early summer, Hardesty thought. That's when you… — Mark Helprin Copy Share Image
“All of this weakened the G.O.P.’s foundation and opened the way for an invasive species such as Donald Trump to make deep… — Thomas L. Friedman Copy Share Image
“When it first shoots up out of the earth, we don’t condemn it as immature and underdeveloped, nor do we criticize the… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
I'm a member of the National Trust. I absolutely love architecture, history, geography, the arts and culture. Oh, and I love gardens.… — Limahl Copy Share Image
“But she went and fetched some marigolds from her own little garden, and put them in a vase on the chest of… — Joyce Lankester Brisley Copy Share Image
“I have a soft spot for anyone who works so hard on a flower garden; you can't eat what you grow, you… — Tom Bouman Copy Share Image
The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade; The… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
“I used to pick wildflowers to bring cheer indoors. Prudence would turn right around and throw them out. Said, “If God wanted… — Leah Weiss Copy Share Image
As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it… — Thomas More Copy Share Image
