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No two gardens are the same. No two days are the same in one garden.

Hugh Johnson

Make books your companions; let your bookshelves be your gardens; bask in their beauty, gather their fruit, pluck their roses, take their spices and myrrh.

Samuel Ben Judah Ibn Tibbon 1150

In gardens, beauty is a by-product. The main business is sex and death.

Sam Llewelyn

Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing: -"Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade.

Rudyard Kipling

Garrick showed Dr. Johnson his fine house, gardens, statues, pictures, etc., at Hampton Court. "Ah! David, David," said the doctor, "these are the things which make a deathbed terrible.

John Bate

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine Kind words and kind deeds.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Kahlil Gibran

Gardens are a form of autobiography

Sydney Eddison

Gardens always mean something else, man absolutely uses one thing to say another.

Robert Harbison

Gardens... should be like lovely, well-shaped girls: all curves, secret corners, unexpected deviations, seductive surprises and then still more curves.

H.E. Bates, A

Presently we pass to some other object which rounds itself into a whole as did the first; for example, a well-laid garden; and nothing seems worth doing but the laying-out of gardens.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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

Rudyard Kipling

A creative person has to create. It doesn't really matter what you create. If such a dancer wanted to go out and build the cactus gardens where he could, in Mexico, let him do that, but something that is creative has to go on.

Katherine Dunham

The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.

Lillie Langtry

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

Our bodies are our gardens - our wills are our gardeners.

William Shakespeare

Gardens are a form of autobiography.

Sydney Eddison

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

Douglas William Jerrold

Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing: -- "Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade

Rudyard Kipling

Park and open-space efforts can be described as an institutional reflection of the principal means by which urban man has historically engaged in the Edenic search. He has, since the beginnings of civilization, sought gardeners in his cities, a pastoral landscape outside of his cities, and wilderness for retreat away from his cities. Baghdad boasts a thousand gardens; Alexander set aside one quarter of his North African city as a park;...wilderness served as retreat for Jesus of Nazareth, as it did later for the Waldenisians and the Franciscans; and mediation in the wilderness is a common theme in Far Eastern cultures. Thus, there is good evidence that a prosperity for greenery as a substitute Eden in urban civilizations is not a particularity of any single race, religion, or national culture.

Charles E. Little†

In gardens, beauty is a by-product. The main business is sex and death.

Sam Llewelyn

These gardens may be called the gardens of the respectable working classes.

Robert Fortune

Asylums are nothing more than gardens of human cabbages, of miserable, grotesque, repugnant human beings watered with the fertilizer of injections.

Antnio Lobo Antunes

Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years, The King commanded that there should be built Three stately houses, one of hewn square beams With cedar lining, warm for winter days; One of veined marbles, cool for summer heat; And one of burned bricks, with blue tiles bedecked, Pleasant at seed-time, when the champaks bud-- Subha, Suramma, Ramma, were their names. Delicious gardens round about them bloomed, Streams wandered wild and musky thickets stretched, With many a bright pavilion and fair lawn In midst of which Siddartha strayed at will, Some new delight provided every hour; And happy hours he knew, for life was rich, With youthful blood at quickest; yet still came The shadows of his meditation back, As the lake's silver dulls with driving clouds.

Sir Edwin Arnold

Let those whose Hearts and Hands are strong Tell eager Tales of mighty Deeds; Enough if my sequestered song To hush'd and twilight Gardens leads! Clear Waters, drawn from secret Wells Perchance may fevered Lips assuage; The Tales an elder Pilgrim tells To such as go on Pilgrimage. Such the soft Path my Words would trace, Thus with the moving Waters move; So leave, across the Ocean's Face, A glimmering Stair to Hope and Love.

Arthur Christopher Benson