Everything is mended by the soil.

I’m very headstrong. Once I’ve caught fire, there’s no dousing the flames—all engines full speed ahead.

Try to pause each day and take a walk to view nature.

Promises, like gardens need weeding from time to time to produce healthy results.

What wondrous life in this I leadRipe apples drop about my head

A passionate look, touch or a hug on a plant is enough to open your inner eyes than going for a serious yoga and other therapies

‘A garden path,’ write the landscape architects Charles W. Moore, William J. Mitchell, and William Turnbull, ‘can become the thread of a plot, connecting moments and incidents into a narrative. The narrative structure might be...

The greatest change we need to make is from consumption to production, even if on a small scale, in our own gardens. If only 10% of us do this, there is enough for everyone. Hence...

Why do we keep believing that we can control nature,even as it banishes us repeatedly from our homes in search of new fertile ground?

God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown,But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown.And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live,And said “To you, my children, These lovely flowers I...

What a happy woman I am living in a garden, with books, babies, birds, and flowers, and plenty of leisure to enjoy them! Yet my town acquaintances look upon it as imprisonment, and I don’t...

The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and...

Gardens are poemsWhere you stroll with your hands in your pockets.(Les jardins sont des poemes Ou l’on se promene les mains dans les poches.)

When health is absent, wisdom cannot reveal itself, art cannot manifest, strength cannot fight, wealth becomes useless, and intelligence cannot be applied.

There is a bench in the back of my garden shaded by Virginia creeper, climbing roses, and a white pine where I sit early in the morning and watch the action. Light blue bells of...

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

But friendship meant you at least planted the seed for them, love meant allowing them the ability to weed their own garden until it was something healthy and thriving, blooming and bright and smelling of...

Gardens are made of darkness and light entwined.

The scent of flowers is the glory of gardens and the scent of art is the glory of Paris!

Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist.Pink dragonflies fall from the airand become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks.The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separatedfrom...

The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of...

The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable.

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

People floating like pollen in search of more fertile soil.

Gardens and flowers have a way of bringing people together, drawing them from their homes.

We need to return to harmony with Nature and with each other, to become what humans were destined to be, builders of gardens and Shires, hobbits (if you will), not Masters over creatures great and...

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...

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.

Garden design is all about concealment and surprise.

They were full of mysteries and secrets, like… like poems turned into landscapes.””‘Poems turned into landscapes.'” he murmured with a slight smile. “And what of Vestenveld’s gardens? Do you see poems in them?””Your gardens are...

All my life, I always fail to grow flowers. I tried roses, my favorite, but they died. Whenever I see flowers and gardens beautifully designed…I just feel the sense of their beauty. At least I...

The secret to making yourself stronger is to absorb the strength of the people around you—energy begets energy.

Ruby describes the decorations at the banquet. ‘It was like little gardens of rhapsody on every table. It was divine.

In ancient times the ritual, mythological and doctrinal aspects of spiritual space were predominant.