Garden Quotes

...how many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely...

It was nice to call my parents and proudly tell them, "My lady garden is going viral." In hindsight, that may have been a poor choice of phrasing.

In the same way that the picturesque designers were always careful to include some reminder of our mortality in their gardens -- a ruin, sometimes even a dead tree -- the act of leaving parts of the garden untended, and calling attention to its margins, seems to undermine any pretense to perfect power or wisdom on the part of the gardener. The margins of our gardens can be tropes too, but figures of irony rather than transcendence -- antidotes, in fact, to our hubris. It may be in the margins of our gardens that we can discover fresh ways to bring our aesthetics and our ethics about the land into some meaningful alignment.

A gardin is where you can find a whole spectrum of life, birth and death

A JEWELRY STORE NAMED INDIAIf you hold this Dazzling emeraldUp to the sky,It will shine a billion Beautiful miraclesPainted from the tearsOf the Most High.Plucked from the lush gardensOf a yellowish-green paradise,Look inside this hypnotic gemAnd a kaleidoscope of Titillating, Soul-raising Sights and colorsWill tease and seduceYour eyes and mind.Tell me, sir.Have you ever heardA peacock sing?Hold your earTo this mystical stoneAnd you will hearSacred hymns flowingTo the vibrationsOf the perfumedWind.

O Heavenly Children, God has blessed you all with many treasures that only the most purehearted already know. His fruitful garden is vast and without measure, and in your own very bodies, He has planted metals of copper, silver and gold.

Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in a garden filled with thousands of the same yellow flower, but they will remember the one that managed to change its color to purple.

It has become much harder, in the past century, to tell where the garden leaves off and pure nature begins.

A flowing stream waters the flowers.

I’ll admit that my garden now grows hope in lavish profusion, leaving little room for anything else. I suppose it has squeezed out more practical plants like caution and common sense. Still, though, hope does not flourish in every garden, and I feel thankful it has taken root in mine.

For any scientist the real challenge is not to stay within the secure garden of the known but to venture out into the wilds of the unknown.

Grandma Hutto’s flower garden was a bright patchwork quilt thrown down inside the pickets.

..So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. 1 Corinthians 3:7

Our existence and our environment enclosed entities of divinity.

Present tears water the gardens of future blessings.

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.

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

This plant represents what's happening inside of you. The world, like the soil, is cold and dark—layered with a history of destruction and death. You were planted in this world to rise above it. Do you not see? The very existence of this darkness gives you the opportunity to become a light to the world.

keep love in your heart. A life without is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead ...

All too soon the garden of childhood is paved cold with the asphalt roads of adulthood. And while it is not within her power to halt this unrelenting progression, a mother can diligently guard this most precious garden and insure that the roads become gentle paths that wind through it instead of byways that kill it.

I am for true world peace and building a beautiful global garden for our children.

The river and the garden have been the foundations of my economy here. Of the two I have liked the river best. It is wonderful to have the duty of being on the river the first and last thing every day. I have loved it even in the rain. Sometimes I have loved it most in the rain.

Only when your love of roses is greater than your fear of thorns can you grow a beautiful garden.

Faith is a fertile field.

At the bottom of freshly dug holes, I bury my problems alongside the waxen seeds.

It thanked her for the life she breathed into hits being; without her influence, this little being would not have been in the Garden of Glory.

The eyelids of the burdened clouds let fall cascadesOf rain, and the parterred garden is spattered with drops.

The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds. If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte.

We ought to discover the beauty of creation through a walk in nature.

A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.It is dazed with moonlight,contented with perfume...

Two people, one city, different times; connected by a memoir. Can love exist in a city destined for decades of misery?

Some people wait to get flowers while others grow gardens.

We are on a stroll, hand in hand, in a garden, in the moonlight and the sole purpose of such a venture is to come together in love.

Seeds have the power to preserve species, to enhance cultural as well as genetic diversity, to counter economic monopoly and to check the advance of conformity on all its many fronts.

After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes, pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a black pot beside her.The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made.

The campus spreads around him like the verdant pleasure garden of an ancient king. He is enraptured by the enormous trees that lift branches like cathedral roofs overhead, shoot roots like polished ballroom floors underfoot. In the hot afternoons he leaves the crowded rooms to study under the protection of these spreading giants.

My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it.

Protect your garden. Some come as weeds disguised as flowers.

Every flower blossoms in its sacred time.