Quotes About Garden

Our own homegrown evil, I'm sorry to say. And instead of rooting them out, the plan is to let them flourish—but within a walled garden from which they cannot escape and spread their evil seed." A girl could die of old age following a metaphor like this, Juliet thought. "Very nicely put, sir," she said.

That was the one thing June had been terrified of having - a standard life, an ordinary life, a life like her parents' - living in a pink sandstone semi-detached villa in the suburbs with a neat garden and an en-suite master bedroom with fitted wardrobes

A garden is a symbol of man's arrogance, perverting nature to human ends.

What could be said about me...a man to whom only his painting matters? And of course his garden and his flowers as well.

The man who accepts the laissez-faire doctrine would allow his garden to grow wild so that roses might fight it out with the weeds and the fittest might survive.

A beard on a man is only a way of hiding something, his face of course, but also the inner matters, like a hedge around a secret garden, or a cover over a bird cage.

My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden.

The Magic in this garden has made me stand up and know I am going to live to be a man.

Ere Babylon was dust, The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, Met his own image walking in the garden, That apparition, sole of men, he saw.

When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before any one is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness.

I went out into the garden in the morning dusk, When sorrow enveloped me like a cloud; And the breeze brought to my nostril the odor of spices, As balm of healing for a sick soul.

yet it seems Life scarce can cast a fragrance on the wind, Scarce spread a glory to the morning beams, But the torn petals strew the garden plot; And there's but common greenness after that.

Some stalkers are quite benign, but finding someone in your garden at three o'clock in the morning with a meat cleaver and a hard-on can't be much fun.

My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a frosty Christmas morning.

My music is homegrown from the garden of New Orleans. Music is everything to me short of breathing. Music also has a role to lift you up - not to be escapist but to take you out of misery.

A garden is a love song, a duet between a human being and Mother Nature.

Let nature be in your yard.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings.

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.

The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.

Scents bring memories, and many memories bring nostalgic pleasure. We would be wise to plan for this when we plant a garden.

No guru, no method, no teacher, just you and I and nature, and the father in the garden.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

Nature abhors a garden.