Quotes on Garden

Do not go to the garden of flowers!_x000D_ O friend! go not there;_x000D_ In your body is the garden of flowers._x000D_ Take your seat on the thousand petals of the_x000D_ lotus, and there gaze on the infinite beauty.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Doing the good deeds is like the grass in the garden. You don't see its growth. But, it does by days. Doing the wicked deeds is like the hone. You don't see its damage. But, it does by days.

Do you live in a mine field or a garden? When we live in a minefield mentality, we explode with the weeds of worry, doubt, fear, lack and limitation. Choose to cultivate your inner garden!

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

From some home a jade flute sends dark notes drifting,_x000D_ _x000D_ Scattering on the spring wind that fills Lo-yang._x000D_ _x000D_ Tonight, if we should hear the willow-breaking song,_x000D_ _x000D_ Who could help but long for the gardens of home?

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 present - love, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasure - the wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth.

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.

The public must learn how to cherish the nobler and rarer plants, and to plant the aloe, able to wait a hundred years for it's bloom, or it's garden will contain, presently, nothing but potatoes and pot-herbs.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

I walk in the garden, I look at the flowers and shrubs and trees and discover in them an exquisiteness of contour, a vitality of edge, or a vigour of spring, as well as an infinite variety of colour that no artefact I have seen in the last sixty years can rival...each day, as I look, I wonder where my eyes were yesterday.

Under the harvest moon,_x000D_ _x000D_ When the soft silver_x000D_ _x000D_ Drips shimmering_x000D_ _x000D_ Over the garden nights,_x000D_ _x000D_ Death, the gray mocker,_x000D_ _x000D_ Comes and whispers to you_x000D_ _x000D_ As a beautiful friend_x000D_ _x000D_ Who remembers.

Although I usually think I know what I'm going to be writing about, what I'm going to say, most of the time it doesn't happen that way at all. At some point I get misled down a garden path, I get surprised by an idea that I hadn't anticipated getting, which is a little bit like being in a laboratory.

Much like a subtle spider which doth sit_x000D_ _x000D_ In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;_x000D_ _x000D_ If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,_x000D_ _x000D_ She feels it instantly on every side.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragonfly_x000D_ _x000D_ Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky.

Everything you cherish_x000D_ _x000D_ Throws you over in the end_x000D_ _x000D_ Thorns will grab your ankles_x000D_ _x000D_ From the gardens that you tend.

What can my enemies do to me? _x000D_ _x000D_ I have in my breast both my Heaven and my Garden. _x000D_ _x000D_ If I travel they are with me, and they never leave me. _x000D_ _x000D_ Imprisonment for me is a religious retreat [khalwa]. _x000D_ _x000D_ To be slain for me is martyrdom [shahada] _x000D_ _x000D_ And to be exiled from my land is a spiritual journey [siyaha].

Whoever is sitting with friends is in the midst of a flower garden, though he may be in the fire. Whoever sits with an enemy is in the fire, even though he is in the midst of a garden.

My request is not for bliss of the Garden. I only desire to see You.

Go to the meadows, go to the garden, go to the woods. Open your eyes!