Pale January lay In its cradle day by day Dead or living, hard to say.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.

Public opinion is no more than this: what people think that other people think.

Alfred Austin said, "Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are."

Tears are Summer showers to the soul.

We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden.

Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!

There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.

Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.

Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.

He is dead already who doth not feel Life is worth living still.

Nothing endures but change.

the sever pain and the great trials we go through teach us the real essence of great joy

When we assess someone's life or health on the basis of surface-level observations or passing comments, it presents us with a very flawed version of reality.

If I have to dangle myself in the water like a freaking minnow, I will. Those people don't deserve this type of treatment. ~Willow Mosby (Exposing ELE)

To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty.

A cocktail will never be better than its cheapest ingredient.

For before this I was born once a boy, and a maiden, and a plant, and a bird, and a darting fish in the sea.

History is always written by the victor, and the histories of the losing parties belong to the shrinking circle of those who were there.

When something is missing in your life, it usually turns out to be someone.

Humor (is) intrinsitc to Christianity.