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Garden Quotes (page 17)

F. Scott Fitzgerald quote: "In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths..."
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. F. Scott Fitzgerald
Others said May was best, that sweet green time when lilacs bloomed and gardens along Main Street were filled with sugary pink peonies and Dutch tulips. Alice Hoffman
Let my heiress have full rights, Live in my house, sing songs that I composed. Yet how slowly my strength ebbs, How the tortured breast craves air. The love of my friends, my enemies' rancor. And the yellow roses in my bushy garden, And a lover's burning tendernessall this. I bestow upon you, messenger of dawn. Also the glory for which I was born, For which my star, like some whirlwind, soared. And now falls. Look, its falling. Prophesies your power, love and inspiration. Preserving my... Anna Akhmatova
Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely. She that knew not where to hide, Is gone again like a jeweled fish from the hand, Is lost on every side. Mute, mute, I make way to the garden, Thither where she last was seen; The heavy foot of the frost is on the flags there, Where her light step has been. Gone, gone again is Summer the lovely, Gone again on every side, Lost again like a shining fish from the hand Into the shadowy tide. Edna St. Vincent Millay
Barbara Kingsolver quote: "This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples...."
This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden. Barbara Kingsolver
The Baroness found it amusing to go to tea; she dressed as if for dinner. The tea-table offered an anomalous and picturesque repast; and on leaving it they all sat and talked in the large piazza, or wandered about the garden in the starlight. Henry James
When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth. Rumi
in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England: Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'dAnd left it to his son imperial lord. Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd Kingof France and England did this King succeed; Whose state so many of had the managing, That they lost France and made his England bleed. William Shakespeare
Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. J. K. Rowling
Some places speak distinctly. Certain dank gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwrecks. Robert Louis Stevenson
Oscar Wilde quote: "The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed..."
The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her. Oscar Wilde
You say you are a poet of law; I saw you are a contradiction in terms. I only wonder there were not comets and earthquakes on the night you appeared in this garden Gilbert K. Chesterton
People think of heaven as a paradise garden, a place where they can float on clouds and laze in rivers and mountains. But scenery without solace is meaningless. Mitch Albom
From the sound of pattering raindrops I recaptured the scent of the lilacs at Combray; from the shifting of the sun's rays on the balcony the pigeons in the Champs-Elyses; from the muffling of sounds in the heat of the morning hours, the cool taste of cherries; the longing for Brittany or Venice from the noise of the wind and the return of Easter. Summer was at hand, the days were long, the weather was warm. It was the season when, early in the morning, pupils and teachers repair to the... Marcel Proust
Earl Derr Biggers quote: "Truth is rare fruit in garden of murder."
Truth is rare fruit in garden of murder. Earl Derr Biggers

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