Garden Quotes

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 a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul

Thomas Moore

No garden is without its weeds

Thomas Fuller

May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.

Thich Nhat Hanh

A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.

Charles Lamb

Many things grow in the garden that were never sown there.

Thomas Fuller

Garden writing is often very tame, a real waste when you think how opinionated, inquisitive, irreverent and lascivious gardeners themselves tend to be. Nobody talks much about the muscular limbs, dark, swollen buds, strip-tease trees and unholy beauty that have made us all slaves of the Goddess Flora.

Ketzel Levine's

All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.

Helen Hayes

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.

Oscar Wilde

Dirty hands, iced tea, garden fragrances thick in the air and a blanket of color before me, who could ask for more?

Bev Adams

One of the healthiest ways to gamble is with a spade and a package of garden seeds.

Dan Bennett

I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.

Joseph Addison

The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.

Heinrich Heine

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

I think of the garden after the rain; And hope to my heart comes singing, "At morn the cherry-blooms will be white, And the Easter bells be ringing!

Edna Dean Procter

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counsellor, a multitude of counsellors.

Henry Ward Beecher