Quotes About Garden

Alas, love turns the human heart into a mildewed garden, a lush and shameless garden in which grow mysterious, obscene toadstools.

It seemed like a garden where no frost could wither or rough wind blow--a garden remembering a hundred vanished summers." "It seemed like a garden where no frost could wither or rough wind blow--a garden remembering a hundred vanished summers." ? L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon

I have found, after a good deal of consideration, that the best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for Him here.

When a garden is used as a place to pause for thought, that is when a Zen garden comes to life. When you contemplate a garden like this it will form as lasting impression on your heart.

The Red Sox are a religion. Every year we re-enact the agony and the temptation in the Garden. Baseball child's play? Hell, up here in Boston it's a passion play.

Momma kept a garden, which sounds romantic to people who have never held a hoe

I will go to the garden. I will be a romantic. I will sell myself in hell, in heaven also I will be.

But in the garden of simple, where all of us are nameless, you were never anything but beautiful to me.

We lie on the blanket, our bare bodies basking in the sun like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Only our apples were bitten a long time ago, and we ate them too.

Pushing through the stalks of Queen Anne's lace that grew almost to his waist, skirting the border of her mother's flower bed, he looked so beautiful to Kate that she caught her breath.

Be the gardener of love and joy; happiness will bloom in your garden.

Happiness is the fragrance in the garden of love.

Happiness will grow if you plant the seeds of love in the garden of hope with compassion and care.

What he wanted was his own small universe, house and garden, a world he could control, an order he could impose.

Just think! Garden, garden, garden, garden, garden, two happy people, and it could have gone on forever! They knew, they'd been told, but they ate it anyway, and from there on out, 'family!' Shame, fear, jobs, mortality, envy, murder..." "Well," William said brightly, "and sex.

I had been here during heavy rain, the kind of rain that becomes pleasurable to watch because it makes of the house a haven. The rooms in which one moves become a world apart from the wet streets, the sodden garden.

I had been here during heavy rain, the kind of rain that becomes pleasurable to watch because it makes of the house of a haven. The rooms in which one moves become a world apart from the wet streets, the sodden garden.

Dans le calme du jardin, sur une nuit de lune éclairait, vous pourriez être en mesure d'entendre les lamentations durables de narcisses et jonquilles aveugles aveugles - pour le vrai connaisseur de leur beauté, l'élégance et la grâce. Il est de grandes difficultés qu'un aficionado authentique jamais arrive dans le jardin.

In order to comprehend the beauty of a Japanese garden, it is necessary to understand - or at least to learn to understand - the beauty of stone.

It's odd, really. Trying to impose order on nature. The garden is a living, breathing thing; sometimes I'm quite sure it's got a mind of its own.

La nuit tombait, le jardin n'était plus qu'un grand cercueil d'ombre.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

In the early morning the dogs burst from their sleeping quarters to bunch by the garden gate, panting for a race across Beacon Hill Park. Springs that wound themselves tighter and tighter in their bodies all night would loose with a whir on the opening of the garden gate. Ravenous for liberty, the dogs tore across the ball grounds at the base of Beacon Hill, slackened their speed to tag each other, wheeled back, waiting to climb the hill with me.

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields - Here is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum: Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!