Quotes About Garden

Down a narrow, nondescript Bangkok lane, the graceful red roofs of a traditional Thai residence rise above a lush tropical garden, in serene contrast with the city's modern clamor all around. This was the home of an American named Jim Thompson, and it stands today as a continuing memorial to a remarkable man and to his love for Thailand's rich culture.

the garden gleams with summer jewelry. We live vy simply—but with all the essentials of life well understood & well provided for—hot baths, cold champagne, new peas, & old brandy.

In horror's wake, hope was a bountiful garden.

Anyone who has got a book collection and a garden wants for nothing.

What comes from sorrow, watered by tears, grows something of beauty. A salt garden. And so this I leave behind. A harvest for those who find their way into my life and I into theirs.

But if it was merely happiness, then it had gone beyond the ordinary bounds and become something else, become a a kind of excessive pressure, so that the weight of a coffee cup in her hand, the speed of a cat crossing the garden below, the silent crash of two clouds seemed alsmost more than she could bear.

En este instante-ya estoy envuelta en un vago deseo difuso de maravilla y en millares de reflejos de sol en el agua que brota de la fuente de un jardín maduro de perfumes, jardín y sombras que invento ya y ahora y que son el medio concreto de hablar en este mi instante de vida. Mi estado es el de jardín con agua que fluye.

O pior é que ela poderia riscar tudo o que pensara. Seus pensamentos eram, depois de erguidos, estátuas no jardim e ela passava pelo jardim olhando e seguindo o seu caminho.

In the garden of Paradise, who was the monster and who was not? between the houses and apartments, and in the elevated spaces between the high buildings, in that hanging garden - who is, and who is not? how long can I stand not at least knowing what is looking at me? the raw roach is looking at me and its law sees mine

I must have flowers, always and always.

I shall have everything ... and I shall lean over the edge of a white terrace smothered with the roses of my gardens and shall see the lords of the earth, the wanderers, pass by!'" - Colette, La Vagabonde

Abroad? Oh no. I went to England in '91, and you stood in the garden at Fontenay and berated me." He shook his head. "This is my nation. Here I stay. A man can't carry his country on the soles of his shoes.

Marlinspike goes down to the kitchen, to grow stout and live out his beastly nature. There is a summer ahead, though he cannot imagine its pleasures; sometimes when he's walking in the garden he sees him, a half-grown cat, lolling watchful in an apple tree, or snoring on a wall in the sun.

He is out in the garden, picking a bouquet of foxgloves. He's laughing, sunlight turning his brown hair gold… I bet he doesn't even know those flowers are poison.

On my way out, I spot my little brother. He is out in the garden, picking a bouquet of foxgloves. He's laughing, sunlight turning his brown hair gold. When his nurse comes toward him, he darts away from her. I bet he doesn't even know that those flowers are poison.

It is not long before we come to the royal rose garden. The guards stop at the gate, letting us go on alone. As we make our way down a path of shimmering quartz steps, everything is hushed. The wind carries floral scents through the air, a wild perfume that doesn't exist outside of Faerie and reminds me all at once of home and menace.

Life is an immense dream. Why toil? All day long I drowse with wine, And lie by the post at the front door. Awakening, I gaze upon the garden trees, And, hark, a bird is singing among the flowers. Pray, what season may this be? Ah, the songster's a mango-bird, Singing to the passing wind of spring. I muse and muse myself to sadness, Once more I pour my wine, and singing aloud, Await the bright moonrise. My song is ended-- What troubled my soul?--I remember not.

The paired butterflies are already yellow with August Over the grass in the West garden; They hurt me. I grow older.

With your permission and cooperation, God will work the soil of your heart, and your life will become a lovely garden for him.

When a finished work of 20th century sculpture is placed in an 18th century garden, it is absorbed by the ideal representation of the past, thus reinforcing political and social values that are no longer with us.

Complexity excites the mind, and order rewards it. In the garden, one finds both, including vanishingly small orders too complex to spot, and orders so vast the mind struggles to embrace them.

Supermarket cherry tomatoes do serve a purpose, but the flavor is vastly different than those from your own garden. Same for broccoli and snap peas.

I was raised by vegan parents, and we ate out of my backyard garden for my whole life.

I would love to have gone there, fight at Madison Square Garden or a casino in Las Vegas, but there are no American heavyweights now who can pose a challenge to me.