100 Quotes About Garden

It’s easy to ignore the garden when it’s in full bloom. But when it comes to gardening, it’s best to pay attention to the details. Those little things that most people don’t even notice can make a huge difference in how your plants grow, what you eat, and (maybe not so obvious) how your mood feels. These garden quotes can help you find inspiration for your own work both in the yard and inside the house.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were...
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Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high. William Goldman
Don't let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the...
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Don't let the tall weeds cast a shadow on the beautiful flowers in your garden. Steve Maraboli
Happiness will grow if you plant the seeds of love...
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Happiness will grow if you plant the seeds of love in the garden of hope with compassion and care. Debasish Mridha
Beauty is seeing a flower bloom in a garden or...
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Beauty is seeing a flower bloom in a garden or in nature. Artificial is seeing that same flower try and grow in a vase of water. Anthony T.Hincks
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In God's garden even the weeds are beautiful. Anthony T.Hincks
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In God's garden even the weeds are beautiful. In my garden, I've only got weeds. I think they're a nuisance. Anthony T.Hincks
I don't have a garden full of flowers. I have...
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I don't have a garden full of flowers. I have a garden full of love. Anthony T. Hincks
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I have been finding treasures in places I did not want to search. I have been hearing wisdom from tongues I did not want to listen. I have been finding beauty where I did not want to look. And I have learned so much from journeys I did not want to take. Forgive me, O Gracious One; for I have been closing my ears and eyes for too long. I have learned that miracles are only called miracles because they are often witnessed by only those who can can see through all of life's illusions. I am ready to see what really exists on other side, what exists behind the blinds, and taste all the ugly fruit instead of all that looks right, plump and ripe. . Suzy Kassem
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We were all born to be peaceful citizens of the world. Take care of your global garden and do not allow evil gardeners to try and convince you which flowers are ugly and which should be destroyed. This is God's universe and he is the master gardener of all. If you see ugliness in his creations, then you see ugliness in our Creator. Wake up. If we eliminate all colors in his garden, then what would be a rainbow with only one color? And what would be a garden with only one kind of flower? Why would the Creator create a vast assortment of plants, ethnicities, and animals, if only one beast or seed is to dominate all of existence? . Suzy Kassem
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A pineapple is a compilation of berries that grow and fuse together. When joined, they create a single fruit. And within each eyelet, contains a location where a flower may grow. I see the Creator of all existence as the crown on a pineapple, and all religions of the world as the spiky eyelets, where each eyelet symbolizes a different religion or race under the same crown. Each garden of faith may have different perspectives of God, yet every garden belongs to the same God. Suzy Kassem
The garden of God is full of ripen fruits.
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The garden of God is full of ripen fruits. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Garden’s hush opens upan abyss at my center, still point. Someone touches me, mystery, otherness. No words are spoken, silencethe language of God.Silence, calm, hushed garden usher me into a presence, presence of my beloved. Let me rest in this quiet visit, gift that puts a beautifulend to a hectic day. Someone is with me–that is all that matters! - Evening Hush Robert Trabold
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It goes without saying that even those of us who are going to hell will get eternal life–if that territory really exists outside religious books and the minds of believers, that is. Having said that, given the choice, instead of being grilled until hell freezes over, the average sane human being would, needless to say, rather spend forever idling in an extremely fertile garden, next to a lamb or a chicken or a parrot, which they do not secretly want to eat, and a lion or a tiger or a crocodile, which does not secretly want to eat them. Mokokoma Mokhonoana
The master of the garden is the one who waters...
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The master of the garden is the one who waters it, trims the branches, plants the seeds, and pulls the weeds. If you merely stroll through the garden, you are but an acolyte. Vera Nazarian
Faith in God is the fruit of the earth.
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Faith in God is the fruit of the earth. Lailah Gifty Akita
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The over-weight and out of shape guy who owned the house had apparently decided that having a half-million dollar house meant that he couldn’t afford to hire someone to clean out his gutters. Now he was dead with what looked to me like a broken neck after the ladder had slipped. He’d taken the plunge into his fancy landscaping–complete with rock garden. But hey, his fucking gutters were clean. . Diana Rowland
I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like...
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I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping. Roman Payne
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A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still. It is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume... Amy Lowell
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A JEWELRY STORE NAMED INDIAIf you hold this Dazzling emerald Up to the sky, It will shine a billion Beautiful miracles Painted from the tears Of the Most High.Plucked from the lush gardens Of a yellowish-green paradise, Look inside this hypnotic gem And a kaleidoscope of Titillating, Soul-raising Sights and colors Will tease and seduce Your eyes and mind. Tell me, sir. Have you ever heard A peacock sing? Hold your ear To this mystical stone And you will hear Sacred hymns flowing To the vibrations Of the perfumed Wind. Suzy Kassem
Faith is a fertile field.
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Faith is a fertile field. Lailah Gifty Akita
Faith is a sacred fruit.
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Faith is a sacred fruit. Lailah Gifty Akita
If only we wait on God's timings, we shall eat...
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If only we wait on God's timings, we shall eat of the best fruits from the tree of life in the garden of God. Lailah Gifty Akita
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This plant represents what's happening inside of you. The world, like the soil, is cold and dark–layered with a history of destruction and death. You were planted in this world to rise above it. Do you not see? The very existence of this darkness gives you the opportunity to become a light to the world. Seth Adam Smith
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a...
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A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors. Charles Baudelaire
Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck...
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Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck them. But those who commit suicide: their souls are the rotten blossoms of devil's garden. Munia Khan
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O Heavenly Children, God has blessed you all with many treasures that only the most purehearted already know. His fruitful garden is vast and without measure, and in your own very bodies, He has planted metals of copper, silver and gold. Suzy Kassem
Keep love in your heart. A life without is like...
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Keep love in your heart. A life without is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead ... Arshdeep Singh Samrala
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On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as they tumbled up and over the top of the wall. Against another wall were white apple blossoms on branches cut into sharp crucifixes and forced to lie flat against the stone. Below, the huge frilled lips of giant tulips in shades of white and cream nodded in their beds. They were almost finished now, spread open too far, splayed, exposing obscene black centers. I've never had my own garden but I suddenly recognized something in the tangle of this one that wasn't beauty. Passion, maybe. And something else. Rage. Meg Rosoff
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She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors, A drizzle isn't for the child who dances in the storm. Of rain that washes away the petrichor it brings, A downpour of a hail of bullets, and she calls it spring. Sanhita Baruah
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The Sunlight on the GardenThe sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as free lances Advances towards its end; The earth compels, upon it Sonnets and birds descend; And soon, my friend, We shall have no time for dances. The sky was good for flying Defying the church bells And every evil iron Siren and what it tells: The earth compels, We are dying, Egypt, dying And not expecting pardon, Hardened in heart anew, But glad to have sat under Thunder and rain with you, And grateful too For sunlight on the garden. Louis MacNeice
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Modern life is, for most of us, a kind of serfdom to mortgage, job and the constant assault to consume. Although we have more time and money than ever before, most of us have little sense of control over our own lives. It is all connected to the apathy that means fewer and fewer people vote. Politicians don’t listen to us anyway. Big business has all the power; religious extremism all the fear. But in the garden or allotment we are king or queen. It is our piece of outdoors that lays a real stake to the planet. . Monty Don
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She was gracious and yet fading, like an old statue in a garden, that symbolizes the weather through which it has endured, and is not so much the work of man as the work of wind and rain and the herd of the seasons, and though formed in men's image is a figure of doom. Djuna Barnes
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Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in a garden filled with thousands of the same yellow flower, but they will remember the one that managed to change its color to purple. Suzy Kassem
Our existence and our environment enclosed entities of divinity.
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Our existence and our environment enclosed entities of divinity. Lailah Gifty Akita
By coming from our Soul, we are in the fullness...
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By coming from our Soul, we are in the fullness of our being― This is the “garden” from which we grow Angie Karan
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Our soul is like a soft and gentle flower, it needs to be nurtured, cared for, tended to, with sufficient sunlight, fresh air and freedom to bloom into its most precious and beautiful form. This, my friend, is self-love. Miya Yamanouchi
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Pride, anger and hatred are fruits from the same garden that poison the world when ripe. A leader cultivates no such fruits. Israelmore Ayivor
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October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter, " he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content. Neil Gaiman
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Seeds have the power to preserve species, to enhance cultural as well as genetic diversity, to counter economic monopoly and to check the advance of conformity on all its many fronts. Michael Pollan
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There are many paths leading to a garden and many experiences awaiting those who venture in. No matter what your motive–whether to grow healthy, delicious food; spend time outdoors feeling more alive than your desk job allows; help save the planet; find relaxation, solace, or healing; meet your neighbors; get your hands in the sweet earth; or discover for yourself just how abundant and generous nature can be–a garden rarely disappoints. It’s a magnet for life in all its quirky, beautiful forms. Jane Shellenberger
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The garden has wrapped itself in autumn haze. An unusual autumn, lacking that thrill of vegetal warmth when the sap is still alive and holds up the trees, drunk on solar gold. It is the sorrowful climax of a summer's drought. Never before was I so struck by the cancerous emaciation in a garden. The leaves started turning yellow in July and began falling, like a dance of prematurely withered bodies. Emil Dorian
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The ripen fruit is for a sacred season. Lailah Gifty Akita
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..So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. 1 Corinthians 3:7 Lailah Gifty Akita
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The garden is a miraculous place, and anything can happen on a beautiful moonlit night. William Joyce
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A walk in nature is connection with the Creator. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Every flower blossoms in its sacred time. Lailah Gifty Akita
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The love for God is the love to protect the environment. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Nature displays beauty in its pure state. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Nature will always be nature. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Miss Parkinson lived alone in a big bay-windowed house of Edwardian brick with a vast garden of decaying fruit trees and untidy hedges of gigantic size. She was great at making elderberry wine and bottling fruit and preserves and lemon curd and drying flowers for winter. She felt, like Halibut, that things were not as they used to be. The synthetic curse of modern times lay thick on everything. There was everywhere a sad drift from Nature. H.E. Bates
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God's creation is absolute amazing. He is the great God of wonders. Lailah Gifty Akita
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I am for true world peace and building a beautiful global garden for our children. Suzy Kassem
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My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it. Unknown
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My daughter and two sons are the flowers in my heart and garden. Ana Monnar
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In the graveyard built on a garden. The death of Every flower added a little life to the heart of the corpses buried deep inside. Akshay Vasu
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The peace of the gardens and the kindly lights in the windows poured a tender influence into his restless heart. James Joyce
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The first sight I beheld when I first awakened was a pair of eyes filled with pure adoration and a joyful grin that shone more brightly than the afternoon sun. Though he hadn’t spoken a single word, I knew exactly who he was. He was my creator … my Lord … my God. Kristen Reed
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Talk a walk with me through nature and let’s gaze on the marvelous wonders of creation. Lailah Gifty Akita
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All too soon the garden of childhood is paved cold with the asphalt roads of adulthood. And while it is not within her power to halt this unrelenting progression, a mother can diligently guard this most precious garden and insure that the roads become gentle paths that wind through it instead of byways that kill it. Craig D. Lounsbrough
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In the beginning was the word and the word was love and love was imagination. When love takes us through the sun-dappled garden of our imagination, no stalking horses can perturb the rainbow in our mind or fade out its bright colors reflecting in the blue sky of our memory. ("Alpha and Omega") Erik Pevernagie
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This is my mind's garden, I tend it; I order it. I have nothing to fear. Rachel Hartman
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This is God's universe and he is the master gardener of all. If we were to eliminate all colors in his garden, then what would be a rainbow with only one color? Or a garden with only one kind of flower? Why would the Creator create a vast assortment of plants, ethnicities, and animals, if only one beast or seed is to dominate all of existence? Suzy Kassem
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Artists are the flowers of our world. The best ones are those who can stand out from the crowd by becoming a memorable flower – one that moves us, inspires us, and makes us think hard. A flower with no smell to it is just something to look at. A flower that emits a beautiful fragrance is the one we want in our homes and on our walls. Your mission as an artist, is to become the best-smelling flower in the world, so that when the day finally comes when you are plucked from the ground, the world will cry for the loss of your mind-stimulating fragrance. Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in garden loaded with thousands of the same yellow flower, but they will remember the one that managed to change its color to purple. Suzy Kassem
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I loved you, I did. I believe I even sold myself a bit: on your love, my lust, your hair and just the way we stood there. How the air smelled of you, the way your shirt was cursed with blues. The way we danced by the ocean in front your mini-garden. The white fence, your loveliness and the heavenly kisses. It’ll always be the sheets, lying beside, holding your arm and kissing your hair in a loving stride. Dominic Riccitello
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Two people, one city, different times; connected by a memoir. Can love exist in a city destined for decades of misery? Ahmad Ardalan
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I love the beauty of nature. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Self-esteem is the garden in which passion bears success flowers. Most people can’t stand out to stand for what supposed to belong to them just because; they feel it can’t be theirs, so it’s not theirs. Israelmore Ayivor
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... ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane. ..(from gleaning granules) Muse
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Be the gardener of love and joy, Happiness will bloom in your garden. Debasish Mridha
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Spring time is nature at its best. Lailah Gifty Akita
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I know a beautiful garden, where there are a great many children in fine little coats, and they go under the trees and gather beautiful apples and pears, cherries and plums; they sing and run about and are as happy as they can be. Sometimes they ride on nice little ponies, with golden bridles and silver saddles. I asked the man whose garden it is, “What little children are these?” And he told me, “They are little children who love to pray and learn and are good. Martin Luther
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CAUSE AND EFFECTYou can give a man who has never given you a good word, Volumes of knowledge. And you can give a man who has never given you a gift, A thousand gifts. You can give that same man who has never given you a blessing, A thousand blessings. And you can offer that same man who has never Offered a hand to help you grow, Seeds to help him grow a garden. And while you have never seen true kindness from his direction, You still offer to help push him up. And in the end, He only wants to be the hand that pulls you down. Do not worry, my friends. Cause and effect was written by the stars of the universe. He who passes suffering onto others Will also have that suffering passed onto his own children. Gifts he feels he should have in the next lifetime will be unobtainable. And the help he needs to grow in the next lifetime will be unavailable. And the people he cuts down that were good to him, Will cut him down in the next lifetime. What goes around does come back again, Even through your children. There is a vibrational effect In every action, Just as there is A vibration that rings From every letter In every word. No cause occurs without effect And no effect occurs without cause. No unjust action goes without penalty And no action or thought Flows unnoticed Throughout The universe. . Suzy Kassem
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The seed of a blue lupin will usually produce a blue lupin. But the seed of a blue-eyed man may produce a brown-eyed bore...especially if his wife has a taste for gigolos. Beverley Nichols
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The soul of a child is the loveliest flower that grows in the garden of God. Elizabeth George
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It thanked her for the life she breathed into hits being; without her influence, this little being would not have been in the Garden of Glory. H. L. Balcomb
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A man of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds. Benjamin Franklin
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... and she was awed to see that vibrant life still struggled to thrive despite such destruction. Lois Lowry
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I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can. Anthony Liccione
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She abandoned the garden, and the mums and asters that had trusted her to see them through to the first frost hung their waterlogged heads. Nicole Krauss
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Our existence and our environment enclose entities of divinity. Lailah Gifty Akita
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The garden was full of sorrow Songbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhyme Clouds caused to appear and cast down darkness For this was the first day the sun didn't shine John E. Wordslinger
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THE MOTH AND THE BUTTERFLYWhen the sun rises over the horizon, the butterfly emerges to dance in its brilliant light. It flickers its colorful wings with euphoria, To celebrate all the beauty foundin the majestic garden of life. When the moon arrives in the darkness, The moth appears at the disappearance of sunlight. It flickers its pale wings as it shakes from its deep slumber, To go search for food To carry it through the night. The moth prefers the moon and detests the sun, while the butterfly loves the sun and hides from the moon. Every living creature responds to light, But depending on the amount of light you have inside, Determines which lamp in the sky Your heart will swoon. Poetry by Suzy Kassem. Suzy Kassem
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You’re thinking, maybe it would be easier to let it sliplet it gosay ”I give up” one last time and give him a sad smile. You’re thinkingit shouldn’t be this hard, shouldn’t be this dark, thinkinglove could flow easily with no holding backand you’ve seen others find their match and build something greattogether, of each other, like two halves fitting perfectly and now they achieve great thingsone by one, always together, and it seems grand. But you love him. Love him like a black stone in your chest you couldn’t live without because it fits in there. Makes you who you are and the thought of him gone–no more–makes your chest tighten up and maybe this is your fairytale. Maybe this is your castle. You could get it all on a shiny piece of glass with wooden stools and a neverending blooming gardenbut that’s not yours. This is yours. The cracks and the faults, the ugly words in the winterwalking home alone and angrybut falling asleep thinking you love him. This is your fairy tale. The quiet in the hallway, wishing for him to turn around, tell you to stay, tell you to please don’t go I need youlike you need meand maybe it’s not a Jane Austen novel but this is your novel and your castleand you can run from it your whole life but this is herein front of you. Maybe nurture it? Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an houror two. This is your fairy. It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed. It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone’s someone for someone. Be that someone for him. That’s your fairy tale. This is your castle. Now move in. Build a home. Build a house. Build a safety around things you love. It’s yours if you make it so. Welcome home, sweet girl, it will be all be fine. Charlotte Eriksson
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Agony's PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been.... Muse
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A poor old Widow in her weeds Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds; Not too shallow, and not too deep, And down came April -- drip -- drip -- drip. Up shone May, like gold, and soon Green as an arbour grew leafy June.And now all summer she sits and sews Where willow herb, comfrey, bugloss blows, Teasle and pansy, meadowsweet, Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit; Brown bee orchis, and Peals of Bells;Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells; Like Oberon's meadows her garden is Drowsy from dawn to dusk with bees. Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs, And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes; And all she has is all she needs --A poor Old Widow in her weeds. Unknown
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Sow good seeds for a bountiful harvest of good fruits. Lailah Gifty Akita
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We ought to discover the beauty of creation through a walk in nature. Lailah Gifty Akita
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We can all produce good fruits with fertile soil. Lailah Gifty Akita
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Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places. Frances Hodgson Burnett
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Yes! If you really love your beautiful garden of dreams, you will never allow any hungry beast to have its way in. Keep dream killers away! Israelmore Ayivor
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Wander with intentinto a garden glorious. Walk with double briskupon edenic paths. Flee the cursing fearthat lights upon your eye. Seize the twisted dreamthat strangles earth and sky. Craig Froman
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Happiness will bloom With fragrance and beauty If you plant the seeds of love With a deep driving desire in the garden of hope And nurture with tenderness, Compassion, and care; If you are always eager to share. Debasish Mridha
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A soul without kindness is like a garden without plants and flowers. Debasish Mridha
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...how many writers still dare compare a woman to Nature, like Campion? - there is a garden in her face - how lovely... John Geddes
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Shigemori's body of work is a compelling manifesto for continuous cultural renewal. Christian Tschumi
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Let’s escape outside, ” Isabelle suggested. “Do you have any other talents?”“ I bake and garden.”“ Do you sew, too?” Amber nodded. “I sew whenever anger incites me to mutilation.” Isabelle laughed. “One cannot hang for attacking a piece of cloth. Patricia Grasso
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We are the flowers that make up the Creator's vast and beautiful garden. Suzy Kassem
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Turn that worthless lawn into a beautiful garden of food whose seeds are stories sown, whose foods are living origins. Grow a garden on the flat roof of your apartment building, raise bees on the roof of your garage, grow onions in the iris bed, plant fruit and nut trees that bear, don't plant 'ornamentals', and for God's sake don't complain about the ripe fruit staining your carpet and your driveway; rip out the carpet, trade food to someone who raises sheep for wool, learn to weave carpets that can be washed, tear out your driveway, plant the nine kinds of sacred berries of your ancestors, raise chickens and feed them from your garden, use your fruit in the grandest of ways, grow grapevines, make dolmas, wine, invite your fascist neighbors over to feast, get to know their ancestral grief that made them prefer a narrow mind, start gardening together, turn both your griefs into food; instead of converting them, convert their garage into a wine, root, honey, and cheese cellar--who knows, peace might break out, but if not you still have all that beautiful food to feed the rest and the sense of humor the Holy gave you to know you're not worthless because you can feed both the people and the Holy with your two little able fists. Martin Prechtel
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...there's never a garden in all the parish but what there's endless waste in it for want o' somebody as could use everything up. It's what I think to myself sometimes, as there need nobody run short o' victuals if the land was made the most on, and there was never a morsel but what could find it's way to a mouth. George Eliot
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Oh, I thought of calling it Journeyings in Germany. It sounds well, and would be correct. Or Jottings from German Journeyings--I haven't quite decided yet... (Minora) Elizabeth Von Arnim