Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.
Well tended garden is better than a neglected wood lot.
The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.
Gardening is how I relax. It's another form of creating and playing with colors.
My first proper kitchen was this funny little club that we set up in Mercer Street in Covent Garden. It got shut down. Then I worked at a club in Notting Hill.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
When I pass a flowering zucchini plant in a garden, my heart skips a beat.
Kenny: Your mom just died!
Sam: My hair is blowing in the wind.
Singer: [from trailer] There's beauty in the breakdown.
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
A kitten is in the animal world what a rosebud is in the garden.
I did a salad, but I didn't do a garden.
Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.
The closer men came to perfecting for themselves a paradise, the more impatient they became with it, and with themselves as well. They made a garden of pleasure, and became progressively more miserable with it as it grew in richness and power and bea...
After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug wi...
But gardening is none of that, really. Strip away the gadgets and the techniques, the books and the magazines and the soil test kits, and what you're left with, at the end of the day, is this: a stretch of freshly turned dirt, a handful of seeds scra...
The traveler from Europe edges into it like a tiny Jonah entering an inconceivably large whale, slipping past the straits of Belle Isle into the Gulf of St. Lawrence, where five Canadian provinces surround him, for the most part invisible. Then he go...
Next door but one is Quinlan Broddle, a Viceroy with a fear of gardens. So much so that he sold his garden to Virgin Atlantic and his erstwhile front lawn is now a runway where miniature helicopters and packets of crisps undertake sorties to 1940’s...
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That ...
What good is your reality, when justice fails and dishonesty is glossed over and the ones who keep faith suffer .... What good is your reality then?" " .... I never promised you a rose garden. I never promised you perfect justice .... and I never pro...
