Quotes on Garden

To know someone here or there with whom you can feel there is understanding in spite of distances or thoughts expressed That can make life a garden.

I am comforted by life's stability, by earth's unchangeableness. What has seemed new and frightening assumes its place in the unfolding of knowledge. It is good to know our universe. What is new is only new to us.

In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the_x000D_ _x000D_ breaking of new blooms.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

The single Rose_x000D_ _x000D_ Is now the Garden_x000D_ _x000D_ Where all loves end

I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or her who shall be complete,_x000D_ _x000D_ The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken.

The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.

As the Arabs say, "The nature of rain is the same, but it makes thorns grow in the marshes and flowers in the gardens.

Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.

Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times.

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.

The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.

The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Your God person puts an apple tree in the middle of a garden and says, do what you like, guys, oh, but don't eat the apple. Surprise surprise, they eat it and he leaps out from behind a bush shouting "Gotcha". It wouldn't have made any difference if they hadn't eaten it.' 'Why not?' 'Because if you're dealing with somebody who has the sort of mentality which likes leaving hats on the pavement with bricks under them you know perfectly well they won't give up. They'll get you in the end.

I alternate between thinking of the planet as home - dear and familiar stone hearth and garden - and as a hard land of exile in which we are all sojourners.

Sitting in an English_x000D_ Garden waiting for the sun_x000D_ If the sun don't come_x000D_ You get a tan from standing in the English rain.

Joseph shall return to Canaan, grieve not, Hovels shall turn to rose gardens, grieve not. If a flood should arrive, to drown all that's alive, Noah is your guide in the typhoon's eye, grieve not.