Quotes
Quotes about Garden
The seed waits for its garden or ground where it will be sown.
Weather means more when you have a garden. There's nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.
The trouble with gardening is that it does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession.
A prudent man does not make the goat his gardener.
You're as likely to get through to him if you burble mindlessly at him whilst tossing geraniums standing on a garden gnome.
Gnomes - Very small creatures that live in holes in gardens. They have leathery skin and large bald heads. To de-gnome a garden, grab the gnome by the ankles and swing it around your head, and then throw.
Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend... when we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that's presentâlove, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasureâthe wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth.
Why should (need) a man die who has sage in his garden? [Lat., Cur moriatur homo, cui salvia crescit in horto?]
Of all the garden herbes none is of greater vertue than sage.
In the garden of thy heart, plant naught but the rose of love. -Baha'U'Uah.
And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.
Auspicious Hope! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
The book of life begins with a man and a woman in a garden, and ends with Revelations.
I like not lady-slippers, Not yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Not yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow; I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow.
Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently. - My Summer in a Garden.
Love this Earth as if you won't be here tomorrow; show reverence for your Garden as if you will be here forever.
Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
Happy is said to be the family which can eat onions together. They are, for the time being, separate, from the world, and have a harmony of aspiration. - My Summer in a Garden, 1871.
I am convinced that the majority of people would be generous from selfish motives, if they had the opportunity. - My Summer in a Garden.
I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.
The trouble with gardening is that it does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession.
Pansies? You praise the ones that grow today Here in the garden; had you seen the place When Sutherland was living! Here they grew, From blue to deeper blue, in midst of each A golden dazzle like a glimmering star, Each broader, bigger than a silver crown; While here the weaver sat, his labor done, Watching his azure pets and rearing them, Until they seem'd to know his step and touch, And stir beneath his smile like living things: The very sunshine loved them, and would lie Here happy, coming early, lingering late, Because they were so fair.
Again to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance! Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.
