Summer was a lady who didn’t give up her spotlight easily.

A soul without kindness is like a garden without plants and flowers.

Beauty was worthIts every sorrow, mind’s fading or World’s ending,As darkness covered the garden that is the earth.

Fireworks are flowers in the garden sky. My love is like New Year’s Eve, only less predictable and more daily.

In the same way that the picturesque designers were always careful to include some reminder of our mortality in their gardens — a ruin, sometimes even a dead tree — the act of leaving parts...

He stared up at the moon, which looked like a giant hole in the sky, letting light through to the other side.

My brain is divided into two butterflies, and both are in love with your rose-shaped heart. If you’ve got the garden, I’ve got my whole life.

There are many paths leading to a garden and many experiences awaiting those who venture in. No matter what your motive—whether to grow healthy, delicious food; spend time outdoors feeling more alive than your desk...

I’ll admit that my garden now grows hope in lavish profusion, leaving little room for anything else. I suppose it has squeezed out more practical plants like caution and common sense. Still, though, hope does...

A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.It is dazed with moonlight,contented with perfume…

An autumn garden has a sadness when the sun is not shining…

There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows, yet, nobody could ever go to…You reach deep within my soul drawing out all the dreams that...

A lot of people have no idea that right now Y.A. (young adult). is the Garden of Eden of literature.

It thanked her for the life she breathed into hits being; without her influence, this little being would not have been in the Garden of Glory.

My hands will get dirty holding your rose-like heart, because love is like gardening—it’s earthy and takes work to keep it alive.

It has become much harder, in the past century, to tell where the garden leaves off and pure nature begins.

Love isn’t in a hurry like a flurry of flowery words on paper. It’s lush and slow to grow its aroma in the garden of time.

A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon.

You are my wine, my joy,My garden, my springtime,My slumber, my repose,Without you, I can’t cope.

My daughter and two sons are the flowers in my heart and garden.

I arose like a rose, and this is how I knew I was in love. In the garden of life, I’m better off in your neighbor’s yard.

I love the quietude of misty dawn before the sober sun is up… The morning songs of birds awakening in blooming garden sets my soul gently… Aroma flowers with glistering of the dew… Deep full...

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

Baada ya Adam na Hawa kutenda dhambi katika bustani ya Edeni, kila mtu anayezaliwa anazaliwa katika dhambi. Kwa hiyo dhambi hutokana na maisha, na maisha hutokana na dhambi.

Shigemori’s body of work is a compelling manifesto for continuous cultural renewal.

In most gardens”, the Tiger-lily said, “they make the beds too soft-so that the flowers are always asleep.

A HaltLie still, my soul, the Sun of GraceIs warm within this garden spaceBeneath tall kindly trees.The quiet light is green and fair;A fragrance fills the swooning air;Lie still, and take thine ease.This silent noon...

Would women find vampires even sexier and more romantic if instead of fangs they had rose thorns? It’s thoughts like these I think of when digging in my garden, looking for my one true love...

Turn that worthless lawn into a beautiful garden of food whose seeds are stories sown, whose foods are living origins. Grow a garden on the flat roof of your apartment building, raise bees on the...

I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be...

As a woman, I see myself as a garden, and I see myself as the gardener of myself, I see myself forming and pruning and watering and nourishing all the flowers and trees and vines...

My I love yous were watered down, which was how I was able to grow such a beautiful garden. I’m a relationship farmer, and I’m growing as a person.

The art of sensuality encompassing the exploration and experiencing of all our senses… Those images are being born from and through living the moments of eating favorite chocolate cake with ice-cream, tranquil meditating, walking the...

Don’t let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden.

Oh, I thought of calling it Journeyings in Germany. It sounds well, and would be correct. Or Jottings from German Journeyings–I haven’t quite decided yet… (Minora)

There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing … The leaves...

She abandoned the garden, and the mums and asters that had trusted her to see them through to the first frost hung their waterlogged heads.

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...

To anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them the land they live on is like their mother. It’s the only thing that lasts, that’s worth working for, for fighting for…

I love Guns N’ Roses. Reminds me of the last time I tried to pick flowers from my neighbor’s garden.

Spring time is nature at its best.

CAUSE AND EFFECTYou can give a man who has never given you a good word,Volumes of knowledge.And you can give a man who has never given you a gift,A thousand gifts.You can give that same...

garden” from which we grow.

I remember the day coach decided to bench me. We were walking in a botanical garden.

There is a place so pure and true, beyond your deep and restless thoughts you’ll find an imaginative longitude for dear shelter, completely lost in time… It’s made of love, of magic dreams, where you...

A garden is beautiful only when it is filled with people; they determine its beauty

Somewhere on the world was the Emperor’s palace, set amid one hundred square miles of natural soil, rainbowed with flowers.

It may well be on such a night of clouds and cruel colors that there is brought forth upon the earth such a portent as a respectable poet. You say you are a poet of...

On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as they tumbled up and over the top of the wall. Against...

The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds. If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte.