Blades Quote by Nancy Price

“She stopped by an empty field, the soil abandoned, gone to mustard weed and grass. Lush bundles of crimson clover lined the fence. At…

— Rene Denfeld

Her eye fell everywhere on lawns and plantations of the freshest green; and the trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state…

— Jane Austen

“God's acre was her garden-spot, she said; She sat there often, of the Summer days, Little and slim and sweet, among the dead, Her…

— Dorothy Parker

She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by…

— Lynn Kurland

“The first place that I can well remember, was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees…

— Anna Sewell

“Victoria spent most of the morning in the town house's private garden. It was a cool, humid day, the sky liberally laced with clouds,…

— Lisa Kleypas

“She was perhaps seventeen when it happened. She was in Central Park, in New York. It was too warm for such an early spring…

— Theodore Sturgeon

“When she slowly straightened, the land was vast before her. The sun was setting down the river, casting a cold pink hue along the…

— Eowyn Ivey

“The undulating terrain was cloaked in lush abundance, the vineyards like garlands of deep green and yellow, orchards and farms sprouting here and there,…

— Susan Wiggs

“That girl whom I never saw save dappled with the shadows of their leaves, was to me herself a plant of local growth, only…

— Marcel Proust

“Around her the trees and wild flowers, with that oddly courteous air of natural things suddenly interrupted in their pressing occupations of growing and…

— Shirley Jackson

“Everything in her wanted to run -fly back to California, back to her quiet existence working among strangers. Hiding out in the folds of…

— Alice Sebold