Quotes About Gardens

Some cities in Europe are using every available bit of space to create native gardens meant to feed bees, roadsides and medians, on top of bus stops." She sighed. "I wish we'd do something like that here. We have plenty of unused corners of land to help bees.

Gardens don't grow by themselves; they need to be tended and cultivated and weeded. The same is true of a marriage.

What I've always found interesting in gardens is looking at what people choose to plant there. What they put in. What they leave out. One small choice and then another, and soon there is a mood, an atmosphere, a series of limitations, a world.

When I was a kid, we always had big gardens, acres of stuff we grew out in the yard.

When I picture England, I picture little gardens and beautiful yards. I don't really like cities; I like to go and see things like that.

My interest in society - at times so pronounced that the word 'snob' comes a little to mind - derives from the fact that I like an immense number of things which society, money, and position bring in their train: painting, tapestries, rare books, smart dresses, dances, gardens, country houses, correct cuisine, and pretty women.

What memoir of childhood doesn't at some point turn on the scent of a sweet pea or a freshly cut lawn or a boxwood hedge, to leap the fence of years?

Good gardens often seem to have this quality, of order under a certain amount of pressure, wilderness just barely contained. They make something of the fact that nature seems to resist our forms, turn this fact of fate to good account.

I think gardens are fantastic, and I'd love to draw and design and stuff like that. I love just planting flowers during the summer. There's something very humble about it, and natural and beautiful.

The Garden Was My Delight. I grew up with gardeners and I just love gardens. I was always very much aware that gardens were important and they were for sharing.

I love old gardens best- tired old garden that rest in the sun.

When I'm in London, I love to visit Kensington gardens and just sit in the park and read a good book.

One of the many reasons why gardens are increasingly precious to us in this day and age is that they help us to escape from the tyranny of speed. Our skies are streaked with jets, our roads have turned to race-tracks, and in the cities the crowds rush to and fro as though the devil were at their heels. But as soon as we open the garden gate, Time seems almost to stand still, slowing down to the gentle ticking of the Clock of the Universe.

There isn't a landscape in the world that is more artfully worked, more lovely to behold, more comfortable to be in, than the countryside of Great Britain. It is the world's largest park, its most perfect accidental garden.

beside a waterfall in the unspeakably beautiful gardens of the Hall of Justice, where God and I, eternally connected, are alone together in the peace that only comes from the most exquisite unconditional love

In the corner of my garden There is a favorite spot, Which sun and rain tend faithfully And which I planted not. Here is the haven of wild flowers, The kingdom of birds and bees; Here in the silvery moonlight Sprites dance 'neath singing trees.

That's exactly why nature always trumps gardens. Gardens are just reality pruned of chaos. What doesn't work you rip out.

I doe hold it, in the Royall ordering of Gardens, there ought to be Gardens, for all the Moneths in the Yeare: In which, severally Things of Beautie, may in then in Season.

A taste for the beautiful is most cultivated out of doors

We should have scant notion of the gardens of these New England colonists in the seventeenth century were it not for a cheerful traveller named John Josselyn, a man of everyday tastes and much inquisitiveness, and the pleasing literary style which comes from directness, and an absence of self-consciousness.

We are all familiar with the dove carrying an olive branch as a peace offering. The jewelry I've created pays tribute both to the messenger's noble mission and gardens as a refuge of peace and tranquility.

There must be a way to combine the high rise and high-density environment with nature. Maybe we can have our gardens in the sky.

The garden is a world filled with secrets. Slowly, I see more each day. The black pines twist and turn to form graceful shapes, while the moss is a carpet of green that invites you to sit by the pond. Even the stone lanterns, which dimly light the way at night, allow you to see only so much.

this: You tell me then that I must perish like the flowers that I cherish. Nothing remaining of my name, nothing remembered of my fame? But the gardens I planted still are young— the songs I sang will still be sung!