Quotes About Plants

The plants which stand next to dwarf trees in importance with the Chinese are certainly chrysanthemums, which they manage extremely well, perhaps better than they do any other plant.

My father being an outdoors person, he used to take us on quite a few adventures thorugh the wild areas down there, introducing us to alligators and rattlesnakes and all the trees and plants.

There is, nevertheless, a certain respect and a general duty of humanity that ties us, not only to beasts that have life and sense, but even to trees and plants.

Trees are the largest and most spiritually advanced plants on Earth. They are constantly in meditation. Subtle energy is their natural language.

I would use going into nature to clear myself - trees and plants including having plants at your house is a wonderfully natural way to continuously clear yourself.

Eighty percent of air pollution comes from plants and trees.

Our moral faculties must be placed highest, else they can no more flourish than could a plant growing under the shade and drip of trees.

From the perspective of many ethical vegans, the "What about plants?" question sounds absurd. Does the omnivore really believe in plants' rights? More likely, the vegan assumes, the omnivore is suggesting that granting rights to animals is as ridiculous as granting rights to plants. But perhaps the non-vegan sincerely wants to hear the vegan's answer to this seemingly-rhetorical question.

Even the most timid maami will become a daring smuggler when it comes to carrying curry plants across borders.

I hardly have any spare time! But when I do, I garden a lot - I love plants and flowers.

One of my favourite plants is English lavender but it doesn't have the best reputation for growing in the Highlands.

I never shy away from herbs!

One would think that plants belonging to the same genus would always produce identical or at least similar oils. But this is by no means so.

Every day I took some time outside where I forged new connections with the animals in my yard, including the spiders who came to spin at night, the plants, trees, and mosses, the sky shifting with the seasons. Such moments grounded me. They caused me to feel the slow rhythm of the earth, to surrender to it and to honor my own natural rhythms. And in such awareness there is always healing. Ultimately nature heals because it reminds us that as humans, we are nature.

I don't think much of such plants as medicine. Dr. Andrews's face was disapproving. Every plant grows differently. One cannot control for strength of dosage.

Herbs and spices come from different parts of a useful plant. Herb refers to the leaves, flowers, or stems. Spice refers to the seed, fruit, root, or bark. Vanilla extract is made from the fruit of the vanilla orchid—its pod, or bean—so we call vanilla a spice.

So I drove off that day with precious cargo in the back of my truck: three flats of Edwin Plank's lovingly tended daughter plants—"my good daughters," he called them—headed for Smiling Hills Farm.

To earn an ally, be an ally. Many, if not most, spirits possess sacred animals, plants, or places. Working on their behalf is an act of veneration and should eventually attract favor and attention.

Secrets are like plants. They can stay buried deep in the earth for a long time, but eventually they'll send up shoots and give themselves away. They have to. It's their nature. Just a tiny green stem at first. Which slowly, insidiously grows taller, stronger, unfolding itself, until there it is. A big fat secret, right in front of your face; a fully bloomed flower perfumed with the scent of deception.

And then he made haste out the door, making his way to his greenhouse, where he could be alone with his nonspeaking, nonmisbehaving, nonmeddlesome plants.

And I wondered if the oak could steal the DNA pattern from thorns and incorporate them into its own DNA. Some plants could do that.

No one saint could ever exhaustively express the infinite holiness of God; and therefore, God makes saints the way he makes plants and animals and stars: exuberantly, effervescently, and with a preference for wild diversity.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants--forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

If plants are so well endowed with their own natural pesticides, then why isn't the world littered with the corpses of their victims?