Quotes About Garden

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps.

It is better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war.

It's better to be a warrior in a garden than to be a gardener in a war

A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden. But if these minds get out of harmony with one another it is like a storm that plays havoc with the garden.

A gated community of a historical sort, a fortress of barristers and judges who were also musicians, wine fanciers, would-be writers, fly fishermen and raconteurs. A nest of gossip and expertise, and a delightful garden still haunted by the reasonable spirit of Francis Bacon. She loved it here and never wanted to leave.

I have a garden, and I'm passionately interested in young people.

I was the youngest of four kids, and Dad, who had a garden centre before he retired, came from a large Lancashire family. Every one of my uncles had their own business, including a post office, two fish and chip shops and a painting and decorating business.

I'm a farmer! We have a farm that's part of the National Tropical Botanical Garden on Maui, and we raise macadamia nuts.

In North Germany, a troublesome ghost is bagged, and the bag emptied in some lone spot or in the garden of a neighbour against whom a grudge is entertained.

Someone had told me about a house in Wandsworth, southwest London - 21 Blenkarne Road - with an incredible garden, so I went and had a look. I walked in and just said, 'I want it.'

Guilt is the first weed we pluck, to keep the garden pretty and smelling sweet.

The air swirled into darkness around Paran. He blinked, saw the trees of the estate garden rising before him.

A sudden wind thrashed the treetops in the garden, sweeping down from the east.

A young man had come into the garden. Not dead, then, but returned. A sense of recognition flooded through her, she felt her flesh grow hot. It was Khaster. She nearly choked, but after only a moment, she realized it was someone who looked like him, who'd stolen his brother's face.

For a while, I slept, my dreams coloured by the hectic voices beyond the garden; the crazy songs of the gift of the vine.

Pale, glowing blooms exuded a secret, aching perfume into the moist darkness and above the cracked and mossy stones of the garden, the moon swam, pregnant with light in a smooth, velvet sky, sequinned with stars.

I left the door open so I could hear the music, grabbed my clippers and went out to play in the garden~~the best place to count my many blessings. And then I though, if I can't get through one door, I'll try the next, or I'll go through a window. Something good is going to happen. Red-Letter days are not provided by others....

When I'm not on tour, I love to have a long breakfast at home in my garden.

My love, you are all the flowers in the worldand I promise that my heart will always be your garden.

Love is the most beautiful flower in the garden of life.

Amidst the dim & desolate backdrop that was my world, a seed of hope bloomed into a garden of joyous wonder.

Adam hid in the Garden of Eden. Moses tried to substitute his brother. Jonah jumped a boat and was swallowed by a whale. Man likes to run from God.

Inevitably the real garden with a growing family of children will be untidy, messy even, noisy and often destructive. It drives arch control freaks like myself mad. But I hate it when they are not there.2

it goes back to the garden telling a story. You make up bits and play with them to see if they ring true. Sometimes this works out first time and all is well and good, but as often as not you have to fiddle and reshape until it is right.