Quote by Torquil MacLeod

“The dirt and plants were my happy place, the one place where I belonged. When I worked with soil and flowers I was neither…

— Denise Grover Swank

“What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.”

— George R.R. Martin

“Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

“those roots were made for walking. And that’s not all they do.”

— Christopher L. Bennett

“We were treading dry old ground, stepping between old footprints.”

— Ed McDonald

“I scuff the toe of my boot through the dirt, uncovering pine needles and half-rotted leaves shed by the cottonwood looming over me. My…

— Rae Carson

“to feel our roots are connected, even if I never see that leaf of grass again.”

— John Green

“Some hopes were weeds, easy to eradicate with a yank and a pull. Some, however, were vines, fast growing, tenacious, and impossible to clear.”

— Sherry Thomas

“It was only leaves and branches.”

— Eiji Yoshikawa

“Our backs hut from gathering them: how hard they were to find among the concealing leaves, the frosted deceiving grass.”

— Truman Capote

“Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it”

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Your love is a plant that defies asphalt.”

— Malak El Halabi