Quotes About Garden

Somewhere in the garden a thrush was singing, the joyous sweetness of its note so much in harmony with her mood that it seemed a part of her happiness. She was content for some moments to listen, not questioning the source of her happiness; but presently she came to full consciousness, and remembered that she had found a friend.

Neanderthal graves. Bones beneath her feet, perhaps. The rocks in the garden would've once been larger, bright and shadowed with early-human firelight, and the land around them would've seemed empty and forever. There'd have been no concept of oceans. No awareness of planets. And here, right before her, are those same silhouettes of mountains, the same spikes of peaks. A shared view, glimpsed across time.

Well we have a tiny garden, it's like a postage stamp, so generally we try to get out to the parks in London as much as possible.

Adam and Eve used to walk with Me in the garden, before their expulsion from Eden. I want you to walk with Me in the garden of your heart, where I have taken up permanent residence.

When you commune with Me in the garden of your heart, both you and I are blessed. This is My way of living in the world—through you! Together we will push back the darkness, for I am the Light of the world.

FerecaÈ›i luna Într-un coÈ™ cu flori!

I weep again for your hardship," said Locke. "Forced by cruel circumstance to throw garden parties.

Time is an amazing enigma in which seeds that were planted can turn into a vibrant garden if properly pruned.

When the moon comes up, I go down For the first time There's a garden deep, deep in my heart But it's blossomed for the last time

The Church still prizes the Moral Sense as man's noblest asset today, although the Church knows God had a distinctly poor opinion of it and did what he could in his clumsy way to keep his happy Children of the Garden from acquiring it.

She went to the open door and stood in it and looked out among the tomato vines and jimpson weeds that constituted the garden. No Tom. So she lifted up her voice at an angle calculated for distance and shouted:

Después de todos estos años, veo que estaba equivocado con Eva al principio; es mejor vivir fuera del Jardín con ella que dentro de él sin ella.

It all began with Adam. He was the first man to tell a joke--or a lie. How lucky Adam was. He knew when he said a good thing, nobody had said it before. Adam was not alone in the Garden of Eden, however, and does not deserve all the credit; much is due to Eve, the first woman, and Satan, the first consultant. - Notebook, 1867

To dwell is to garden.

The summer day had turned hot, and I was sweating by the time I reached Russel Street and turned again to Covent Garden.

Thomas laid out the thinking behind his proposal. The aim, he said, was to attack what he termed the Three Plagues of nursing home existence: boredom, loneliness, and helplessness. To attack the Three Plagues they needed to bring in some life. They'd put green plants in every room. They'd tear up the lawn and create a vegetable and flower garden. And they'd bring in animals.

It has rained for five days running the world is a round puddle of sunless water where small islands are only beginning to cope a young boy in my garden is bailing out water from his flower patch when I ask him why he tells me young seeds that have not seen sun forget and drown easily.

To dream a garden and then to plant it is an act of independence and even defiance to the greater world.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

To love is the great amulet that makes this world a garden.

As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language.

In the garden of thy heart, plant naught but the rose of love.

There is a little plant called reverence in the corner of my soul's garden, which I love to have watered once a week.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.