Best 1897 quotes in «garden quotes» category

To dream a garden and then to plant it is an act of independence and even defiance to the greater world.

To exist as a nation, to prosper as a state, and to live as a people, we must have trees.

To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves.

To garden is to let optimism get the better of judgment.

To garden is a solitary act.

To get the full value of joy You must have someone to divide it with. After all these years I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her.

To get the best results you must talk to your vegetables.

To know of someone here and there whom we accord with, who is living on with us, even in silence - - this makes our earthly ball a peopled garden.

To live a spiritual life we must first find the courage to enter into the desert of our loneliness and to change it by gentle and persistent efforts into a garden of solitude. The movement from loneliness to solitude, however, is the beginning of any spiritual life because it it is the movement from the restless senses to the restful spirit,l from the outward-reaching cravings to the inward-reaching search, from the fearful clinging to the fearless play.

To live a spiritual life we must first find the courage to enter into the desert of loneliness and to change it by gentle and persistent efforts into a garden of solitude.

To love is the great amulet that makes this world a garden.

To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Too many American authors have a servile streak where their backbone should be. Where's our latest Nobel laureate? More than likely you'll find him in the Rose Garden kissing the First Lady's foot.

Tools of many kinds and well chosen, are one of the joys of a garden.

Too old to plant trees for my own gratification, I shall do it for my posterity.

To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds, and watch the renewal of life - this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.

To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace.

To plant is but a part of landscape composition; to co-ordinate is all.

To plant and maintain a flower border, with a good scheme for colour, is by no means the easy thing that is commonly supposed.

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

To talk of comparing the Bible with other "sacred books" so called, such as the Koran...or the book of Mormon, is positively absurd. You might as well compare the sun with a rushlight, or Skiddaw with a molehill, or St. Paul's with an Irish hovel, or the Portland vase with a garden pot, or the Kohinoor diamond with a bit of glass. God seems to have allowed the existence of these pretended revelations, in order to prove the immeasurable superiority of His own Word.

To the bird watcher, the suburbanite who derives joy from birds in his garden, the hunter, the fisherman or the explorer of wild regions, anything that destroys the wildlife of an area for even a single year has deprived him of pleasure to which he has a legitimate right. This is a valid point of view.

To the landscape architect a rock garden... appears... the work of a lunatic.

To this day I cannot see a bright daffodil, a proud gladiola, or a smooth eggplant without thinking of Papa. Like his plants and trees, I grew up as a part of his garden.

Trade increases the wealth and glory of a country; but its real strength and stamina are to be looked for among the cultivators of the land.

Trade-offs have been with us ever since the late unpleasantness in the Garden of Eden.

... Urban friends ask me how I can stand living here, 'so far from everything?' When I hear this question over the phone, I'm usually looking out the window at a forest, a running creek, and a vegetable garden, thinking: Define everything.

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.

True silence is a garden enclosed, where alone the soul can meet its God.

Truth is rare fruit in garden of murder.

Unfortunately, as a society, we do not teach our children that they need to tend carefully the garden of their minds. Without structure, censorship, or discipline, our thoughts run rampant on automatic. Because we have not learned how to more carefully manage what goes on inside our brains, we remain vulnerable to not only what other people think about us, but also to advertising and/or political manipulation.

Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist. Pink dragonflies fall from the air and become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks. The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time. --from poem Blood and Blossoms

Until the eighteenth century, people believed that biblical paradise, the Garden of Eden, was a real place. It appeared on maps--located, ironically, at the confluence of the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, in what is now modern-day Iraq.

Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day.

True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root.

True humility is a flower which will adorn any garden.

Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.

Up and down our lives obedient Walk, dear Christ, with footsteps radiant, Till those garden lives shall be Fair with duties done for Thee; And our thankful spirits say, "Christ arose on Easter Day.

Violets smell like burnt sugar cubes that have been dipped in lemon and velvet.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. Camp out among the grasses and gentians of glacial meadows, in craggy garden nooks full of nature's darlings.

Walking around an early spring garden- going nowhere.

Way over yonder is a place I have seen In a garden of wisdom from some long ago dream.

Wayne's like my son, Brooklyn, who goes out in the garden to play and have fun.

Water makes me feel at peace. In Corsica, I spend most of my time on the beaches or in the rivers. That's one reason I love it there so much. The water is so clean and fresh - you can drink it straight out of the rivers! This island is my secret garden.

Watching something grow is good for morale. It helps us believe in life.

Water. Its sunny track in the plain; its splashing in the garden canal, the sound it makes when in its course it meets the mane ofthe grass; the diluted reflection of the sky together with the fleeting sight of the reeds; the Negresses fill their dripping gourds and their red clay containers; the song of the washerwomen; the gorged fields the tall crops ripening.

We all want to leave our children the Garden of Eden and we wind up giving them hardscrabble.

We all love being outdoors. Grandma was in her garden or fishing; Mama loves to fish and I love to be outside. We all love the Lord.

We are kept out of the Garden by our own fear and desire in relation to what we think to be the goods of our life.