Garden Quotes - Page 6

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips.

People say human nature is a very vague expression, people tend to say human nature is corruptible anyway and it comes from a theological point of view, goes back to the Garden of Eden, that there is always this corrupt gene waiting to be activated that we inherited from the very beginning. I don't believe in that theological excuse.

I live in, literally, the same home when I was swiping my first bank card and wondering if I'd have to put back the Charmin. We still don't have a dishwasher. My mom has done all these gardens so now my house looks like the garden shack in the middle of Versailles.

I can sell out Madison Square Garden masturbating

The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as though the creatures were attached by sensitive wires to his nerves.

Milan, for me, is a city of discovery. You can find some amazing gardens behind some great houses; I also love finding beautiful galleries and incredible shops, but you have to explore. And the food is amazing.

Obviously a garden is not the wilderness but an assembly of shapes, most of them living, that owes some share of its composition, it’s appearance, to human design and effort, human conventions and convenience, and the human pursuit of that elusive, indefinable harmony that we call beauty. It has a life of its own, an intricate, willful, secret life, as any gardener knows. It is only the humans in it who think of it as a garden. But a garden is a relationship, which is one of the countless reasons why it is never finished.

What did the carrot say to the wheat? Lettuce rest, I'm feeling beet.

Strategies grow initially like weeds in a garden, they are not cultivated like tomatoes in a hothouse.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.

Mulberry Garden, now the only place of refreshment about the town for persons of the best quality to be exceeding cheated at.

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

It is good that the window should be transparent, because the street or garden beyond it is opaque. How if you saw through the garden too? It is no use trying to 'see through' [everything]. If you see through everything, then everything is transparent. But a wholly transparent world is an invisible world. To 'see through' all things is the same as not to see.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Eric Schmidt looks innocent enough, with his watercolor blue eyes and his tiny office full of toys and his Google campus stocked with volleyball courts and unlocked bikes and wheat-grass shots and cereal dispensers and Haribo Gummi Bears and heated toilet seats and herb gardens and parking lots with cords hanging to plug in electric cars.

In order to comprehend the beauty of a Japanese garden, it is necessary to understand - or at least to learn to understand - the beauty of stone.

There is material enough in a single flower for the ornament of a score of cathedrals.

I've come to recognize what I call my 'inside interests.' Telling stories. And helping people tell their stories is a sort of interpersonal gardening. My work at NBC News was to report the news, but in hindsight, I often tried to look for some insight to share that might spark a moment of recognition in a viewer.

Fashion isn't just frocks. It's how we do our houses, our gardens, it's what we eat and drink.

Our vegetable garden is coming along well, with radishes and beans up, and we are less worried about revolution that we used to be.

Nature poets can't walk across the backyard without tripping over an epiphany.

What is paradise, but, a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights.