Quotes About Gardens

The finest of the glacier meadow gardens lie ...imbedded in the upper pine forests like lakes of light.

Mount Pleasant was an older town, where no two houses, standing side by side, seemed to come out of the same architectural style, with nineteenth-century Victorians up against pastel-colored postwar ramblers. Most of the houses had traditional flower gardens with marigolds and zinnias, and some with head-high sunflowers.

Y, a partir de aquel instante, yo no tenía que dar ni un solo paso, el suelo caminaba por mí en aquel jardín

It was a street of conformity; where identical houses were painted at the same time every spring, a place of rules where gardens, parenthood and the future were planned with equal care, and even if everything went wrong the master plan remained in effect–keep up appearances, clip the hedges, mow the lawn, so that no one will suspect that there's a third mortgage and that Mother's headaches are caused by martinis not migraine.

Nor till the poets among us can be"literalists ofthe imagination"—aboveinsolence and triviality and can presentfor inspection, "imaginary gardens with realtoads in them," shall we have it.

For those dependent on their gardens for fresh food, it was often a case of feast or famine... (One settler wrote), "Strawberries were now so plentiful that... I made 287 lbs of jam..."

They crawl out from warm mulch, just after snow, In hidings from tunnels row after row; They rest among dew drops and fly out to bring Their red spots of colors to gardens of spring.

And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.

Only the most extraordinary men can choose the remote cliffs as their graveyards; others are always condemned to nearby city gardens!

Along with our shared love of pets, gardens, and food, we considered our degree of religious commitment—his to Judaism, mine to Unitarian Universalism—a common value. While dating, we'd sporadically attended each other's worship services; perhaps we both nursed secret hopes of enticing the other over to our side.

Sow the seeds of your intentions and desires, on the banks of time and then wait for the right season & rest. See them then, effortlessly sprout into beautiful gardens, majestic trees and enchanting forests . The labor of love always fructifies, life will always MickeyMize.

Reading books about gardens is a potent pastime; books nourish a gardener's mind in the same way as manure nourishes plants.

The only hope that's left is to cultivate our gardens and to become self-sufficient in everything that we do.

listen to me as one listens to the rain, the years go by, the moments return, do you hear the footsteps in the next room? not here, not there: you hear them in another time that is now, listen to the footsteps of time, inventor of places with no weight, nowhere, listen to the rain running over the terrace, the night is now more night in the grove, lightning has nestled among the leaves, a restless garden adrift-go in, your shadow covers this page.

A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence.

Farther up, in the recess formed by the palace wing, was a clock. And behind that clock, the cell of the Prisoner of Zenda. No stroller in the Carrousel gardens ventured down that alley. We spent entire afternoons playing amid the broken birdbaths and statues, the stones and dead leaves. The hands of the clock never moved. They forever struck five-thirty. Those immobile hands enveloped us in a deep, soothing silence. We only had to stay in the alley and nothing would ever change.

She heard the sound of one tremendous flap and looked up in time to see the man who'd put a hole in the roof of her stable hovering in the air over her castle looking down at her. For the space of a breath, Sam's heart completely stopped beating in her chest at what she saw in the bright light of day. Those were wings. They were real. And then she fainted dead away in her garden.

The feathery palms that lined the drainage canals, the acacia thorns and sycamores, all glistened with the sheen of new, pale-green leaves, and in Khaemwaset's gardens the vivid clusters of flowers had begun to bloom with an abandon that assaulted the eyes and filled the nostrils with delight.

I have maybe a half-hour before the next surgery. Want to go and get a cup of coffee?" What I want is to meander eight kilometres down the canals with you from Kirov to your Fifth Soviet door. I want to get on the tram with you, the bus with you, sit in the Italian Gardens with you. That is what I want. I will take the cup of coffee in your hospital cafeteria.

I made gardens and parks for myself, where I planted all kinds of fruit trees.

You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!

Surely you will be ashamed of the sacred oaks in which you have delighted; you will be embarrassed by the gardens that you have chosen.

“I struck you with blight and mildew in your growing gardens and vineyards; the locust devoured your fig and olive trees, yet you did not return to Me,” declares the LORD.

I will restore My people Israel from captivity; they will rebuild and inhabit the ruined cities. They will plant vineyards and drink their wine; they will make gardens and eat their fruit.