Garden Quotes
We must cultivate our garden. Furia to God one day in seven allots; The other six to scandal she devotes. Satan, by false devotion never flammed, Bets six to one, that Furia will be damned.
My position is that since the non-secular status of my garden is not recognised by the law; by the world of the public, then the garden can only be private. So, I closed the garden to the public.
The very substance which last week was grazing in the field, waving in the milk pail, or growing in the garden, is now become part of the man.
Wherever Harry went inside the tiny cottage or its garden, he could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature.
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
Blended-reality technology could play in a limited, walled-garden world, but history suggests that it won't really take off until it offers broad freedom of use.
The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.
I encourage him to be in his garden as often as possible. Then he has to walk to Rosings nearly every day. ... I admit I encourage him in that also.
Because a garden mean constantly making choices, it offers almost limitless possibilities for surprise and satisfaction.
This garden is no metaphor - more a task that swallows you into itself, earth using, as always, everything it can.
If someone says "You're not doing that right," hand him the shovel, sit and watch. That's the right way to garden.
You can put a gardener behind the wheel, but you can't keep her eyes off the landscape.
I have heard people say, "I garden in lieu of therapy, but therapy would be cheaper." I believe gardening's worth the price since it's at least as effective in curing head and heart of what ails us.
Wood's not natural mulch for a woodland garden. Do you see forest trees shatter into a zillion pieces and fall? No. They fall, then decompose, then spread.
I do mostly British projects, and for family reasons and life reasons Britain's my home, where I have a lovely garden.
I play around with my Japanese Garden. Since Im half way to 70 today I need to start pruning trees and sharpening plants like an old fart.
I've got six months to sort out the hackers, get the Japanese knotweed under control and find an acceptable form of narcissus.
Anheuser-Busch gives two free cases of beer to its employees at all of its parks, like Busch Gardens. That's a comforting thought the next time you're getting ready to get on the roller coaster!
I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.
Our notion of what makes a paradise always returns to the image of a beautiful and fruitful garden.
I want lots of kids and I want a garden and I hope to stay married to my husband. I hope to be working in some way that fulfills me.
There is no royal path to good writing; and such paths as exist do not lead through neat critical gardens, various as they are, but through the jungles of self, the world, and of craft.
It's like a garden: Whatever you water the most will do the best. At some point, you decide whether you'll water your career or your relationship more.
I've heard that Oasis or Coldplay will sell tickets, but they can't sell records. They sold out Madison Square Garden in three hours. And they can't sell albums. I don't know what's going on.
The White House encouraged Tom Brady to be more of a role model. They would've said more, but there was a drunken Secret Service agent streaking across the Rose Garden.
We are each called to go through life reclaiming the planet an inch at a time until the Garden of Eden grows green again.
I was in Covent Garden today having a pizza, and these men who worked there were secretly trying to take my picture from behind the counter. That sort of thing is so odd.
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.
No one feels himself easy in a garden which does not look like the open country.
The old internet is shrinking and being replaced by walled gardens over which Google's crawlers can't climb.
The atmosphere of our time is fast being cleared of the fumes and deadly gases that arose during the carboniferous age of theology.
The diary will really try and tell people who you are and what you were. The alternative is writing nothing, or creating a totally lifeless, as it is leafless, garden.
What I love about the currawongs is the way in which they appear from nowhere and, for a brief period, rule the garden's soundscape, only to disappear as quickly as they arrived.
I remember when the Egyptian ambassador to the United States stood in the Rose Garden and pledged Arab commitment to removing Saddam Hussein from Kuwait.
Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.
Language to me is a tool a very clumsy tool. And words are garden tools with which to till the soil of one's life.
Because,” he said quietly as she stood up, “until you walked into it, this was an ordinary garden.” Puzzled, Elizabeth tipped her head. “What is it now?” “Heaven.
Daphne felt something wild and wicked take hold. “Let’s walk in the garden,” she said softly. “We can’t.” “We must.” “We can’t.
It's the gloomy things that need our help, if everything in the garden is sunny, why meddle?
