I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as… — Rumi Copy Share Image
How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection recalls them to view; The orchard, the meadow,… — Samuel Woodworth Copy Share Image
We could not guard every water pipeline from being blown up and every tree from being uprooted. We could not prevent every… — Moshe Dayan Copy Share Image
Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard…And what right would that ruin have to bid a… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I was ripe ten years ago. Now I’m merely preserved, and before long I’ll be buried back in the orchard with the… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
There's a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
He knows well the evening star, and once when he awoke, in a most distressful mood (some inward pain had made up… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
For a few brief days the orchards are white with blossoms. They soon turn to fruit, or else float away, useless and… — Theodore L. Cuyler Copy Share Image
You often say ; I would give , but only to the deserving, The trees in your orchard say not so ,… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Let the public mind become corrupt, and all efforts to secure property, liberty, or life by the force of laws written on… — Horace Mann Copy Share Image
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Nobody is going to invest a fortune into good orchard land, all the farming equipment necessary, the fertilizer, the seedlings, the nonstop… — Ted Nugent Copy Share Image
Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I've seen spring come to the orchard every year as far back as I can remember and I've never grown tired of… — Lynn Austin Copy Share Image
I thought how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
When Christopher finished, there was a moment of silence. Leo looked at Cam expectantly. “Well?” “Well what?” “Now is the time when… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
She wondered: How could people respond to these images if images didn't secretly enjoy the same status as real things? Not that… — Jonathan Franzen Copy Share Image
A little group of thatched cottages in the middle of the village had an orchard attached; and I remember well the peculiar… — A. L. Rowse Copy Share Image
Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, "snow." Leaves were green and… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
Community, then, is an indispensable term in any discussion of the connection between people and land. A healthy community is a form… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a mentor, a teacher, a guidepost, a counsellor. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
