Quotes About Garden

I get around nature. I have a vegetable garden, and I enjoy being outside. I do work quite a bit around the house.

I had a ton of animals; I had a goat growing up, a bunch of rabbits, a vegetable garden.

I feel very guilty about not having a vegetable garden, but it is quite time-consuming.

My father would go shopping, and he was supposed to buy loo roll or something, but he'd always come back with some fish or shellfish. And we've always had fresh vegetables from the garden. He is a massively keen gardener, so he grew all our tomatoes, artichokes, asparagus - whenever he wasn't working, he was in the garden.

We have a well and a garden. I crawl around in the mud and grow great vegetables.

I know when you think about the South, you think about fried foods, but we eat a tremendous amount of vegetables. I have my own garden, so vegetables have always been a big part of my life. I love broccoli. I love fresh beets. It's not all about the fried chicken and the biscuits.

The building I most admire is the Doges Palace in Venice, both by day and by night. Looking at it from the lagoon, it resembles a floating kilim carpet. I love all the bridges which connect houses, people, gardens and palaces. I also love moats to isolate yourself. A ha-ha for secrecy, as in every English country garden.

Madison Square Garden is one of the best fighting venues in the world.

When a Frenchman reads of the garden of Eden, I do not doubt but he concludes it was something approaching to that of Versailles, with clipped hedges, berceaus, and trellis work.

I'll bet you can't tell me who designed the garden. I'll give you a clue: it's later than the house.' 'I've only ever heard of one landscape gardener,' said Harry, still staring at the house. 'Capability Brown.' 'That's exactly why we chose him,' said Giles, 'simply so that my friends would have heard of the fellow two hundred years later.' Harry

I moved on and saw an odd building jutting from the castle's main structure. Three-storied and glass-domed, it cast a shadow over half of the garden, marring its beauty. No

To the landscape architect a rock garden... appears... the work of a lunatic.

I very much consider the Internet a garden, and I'm a gardener, and I plant things in it and I work within the framework of the soil, the seasons, the climate, and the temperature, to produce plants.

A writer's life stands in relation to his work as a house does to a garden, related but distinct.

The work of a correct and regular writer is a garden accurately formed and diligently planted, varied with shades, and scented with flowers.

The garden of your dreams is watered by the sweat of excellence.

People think that because of my act that I must have a really busy mind and I must be driven. I really am not. I quite like going outside and looking at spiders on a hedge in my garden and stuff.

I was born in a suburb of Paris, and I grew up there until I was 16, so there were always a lot of barbecues, a garden, friends.

The United States, he wrote in 1811, was "a land of peace and plenty, . . . the garden spot of the world; a happy asylum for the banished children of oppression.

If you have a mind at peace, a heart that cannot harden, go find a door that opens wide upon a lovely garden

She also told me it wore down her spirit to live in the desert landscape that was parched by midsummer, to plant a garden each spring and struggle to keep it alive past July.

No Temple made by mortal human hands can ever compare to the Temple made by the gods themselves. That building of wood and stone that houses us and that many believe conceals the great Secret Temple from prying eyes, somewhere in its heart of hearts, is but a decoy for the masses who need this simple concrete limited thing in their lives. The real Temple is the whole world, and there is nothing as divinely blessed as a blooming growing garden.

But like so many things in Japan, behind the façade lay another view. So it was only after I had hiked into the woods far from the bridge that I found a fluttering world of persimmon, ocher, scarlet, and cabernet secreted away in a mossy garden of curving stone paths. When it began to rain, the colors deepened and the leaves, shaped like a baby's hands, spiraled down onto the plush green carpet and sleek dark rocks.

Butterflies are self propelled flowers.