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“Life is short - while we speak it flies; enjoy, then, the present, and forget the future; such is the moral of ancient poetry, a graceful and a wise moral - indulged beneath a southern sky, and all deserving, the phrase applied to it - the philosophy of the garden.”

Life Philosophy Life Is Speak Enjoy Forget Moral Wise Sky Future Garden Ancient Phrases Southern Life Is Short Deserving

Author:Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton

“I go forth to seek To seek and claim the lovely magic garden Where grasses softly sigh and Muses speak.”

Speak Magic Garden Claims Lovely Grass Muse Sigh

Author:Anna Akhmatova

“Flowers speak to us if we listen. Appreciating the blossom in hand or pausing in the garden to admire the beauty quiets our outer selves till we hear something new, something we did not hear before - the still, small voice of Nature herself.”

Ifs Stills Self Hands Speak Voice Flower Garden Appreciate Admire Something New Small Voice Pausing

Book:A Sense of Seasons

Source: A Sense of Seasons

“Historically, women's voices were central to food narratives, yet they were marginalized, and what happened at the table, the kitchen, the garden, and the fields was silenced. I'm very interested in how food appears in the historical record and animates our understanding of the South. It provides texture both to the past and to our contemporary experience. My work is not about discovering new voices, but rather it encourages voices that have been silenced to come forward and speak a little louder.”

Past Speak Understanding Garden Historical Kitchen

Author:Marcie Cohen Ferris

“Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.”

Source: Poems

“But is it such a bad thing to live like this for just a little while? Just for a few months of one's life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than that it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your favourite fountain? And then to do it again the next day?”

Source: Eat Pray Love: One Woman's Search for Everything

“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.”

Years Firsts Heart Light Eye Girl Speak Silence Hair Arms Late Years Ago Garden Wet Waste Land Hyacinths

Book:My Own Wasteland

Source: My Own Wasteland

“Our homes do not have to offer us permanent occupancy or store our clothes to merit the name. To speak of home in relation to a building is simply to recognise its harmony with our own prized internal song. Home can be an airport or a library, a garden or a motorway diner.”

Home Song Names Speak Building Offers Clothes Garden Relation Harmony Library Stores Permanent Merit Internals Airports Recognise Diners

Book:The Architecture of Happiness

Source: The Architecture of Happiness

“The Garden En robe de parade. - Samain Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anaemia. And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth. In her is the end of breeding. Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion.”

Ends Earth Speak Walks Poor Path Pieces Dying Emotional Wall Garden Rounds Commit Meals Boredom Infant Exquisite Silk Breeding Parades Robes Filthy Sturdy Anaemia

Author:Ezra Pound

“Under the ground seep the toxins of the population that lives above. If you have to, you will eat roots and earthworms. It is always night. Candles burn in lanterns made from tin cans. When it is nighttime up above, you can crawl out, but only for a little while. You feel ashamed of your matted hair, your torn clothes, the dirt on your face. Who would want to speak to you? They are all shiny and pretty. They have parents and house with gardens. What do you have? The earth. Whole handfuls of it. The lizard people with their slit eyes and scaly skin. Your loneliness. Your longing.”

“There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.”

“It is their nature, beautiful and simple. That you would destroy such beings, Mr. Lincoln, such superior creatures, seems madness to me.” “That you speak of them with such reverence, Mr. Poe, seems madness to me.” "Can you imagine it? Can you imagine seeing the universe through such eyes? Laughing in the face of time and death—the world your Garden of Eden? Your library? Your harem?”

World Seems Eye Beautiful Faces Universe Speak Simple Laughing Imagine Seeing Creatures Garden Madness Library Superiors Reverence Eden Garden Of Eden Harem

Author:Seth Grahame-Smith

“If, I can someday see M. Claude Monet's garden, I feel sure that I shall see something that is not so much a garden of flowers as of colours and tones, less an old-fashioned flower garden than a colour garden, so to speak, one that achieves an effect not entirely nature's, because it was planted so that only the flowers with matching colours will bloom at the same time, harmonized in an infinite stretch of blue or pink.”

Ifs Feels I Can Speak Nature Achieve Effects Flower Garden Infinite Blue Tone Colour Someday Old Fashioned Matching Flower Garden Monet

Author:Marcel Proust

“My fellow Americans, this is an amazing moment for me. To think that a once-scrawny boy from Austria could grow up to become governor of the state of California and then stand here... then stand here in Madison Square Garden and speak on behalf of the president of the United States - that is an immigrant's dream. It is the American dream.”

“Ariel Gordon is superbly, supremely, a poet of the body. She finds words for the physicality of the forest, of the garden, of pregnancy. Hump speaks the erotics of being alive and being in love with being alive.”

Body Speak Alive Poet Garden Forests Pregnancy Being In Love Physicality Ariel

Author:Robert Kroetsch