“The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair, In lonelier grace, to sun and dew The sweetbrier on the hillside shows Its single leaf and fainter hue, Untrained and wildly free, yet still a sister rose!” MayStillsShowsLightRoomsSunGraceAirFashionHairGardenRoseCloudsSoilLeafsMidnightDewHue Book:The complete poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier Source: The complete poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier
“I'm waxed clean - hairless as the day as I was born. But don't say 'Tia has no pubic hair.' That's so clinical. Use a nice euphemism. Say 'She's mowed her secret garden' or 'She's cleared the way to the Promised Land.' Because that's what it is, right?” WayUseBodyBornSecretNiceLandHairGardenCleanClinicalsEuphemismPromised LandSecret GardenPubic HairTias Author:Tia Carrere
“A flower is a daisy chain, a graduation, a valentine; a flower is New Year's Eve and an orchid in your hair; a flower is a single geranium blooming in a tin can on a murky city fire-escape; an acre of roses at the Botanical Gardens; and the first gold crocus of spring! ... a flower is a birth, a wedding, a leaving of this life.” YearsFirstsCitiesFireFlowerHairBirthSpringGardenGoldRoseLeavingChainsThis LifeNew YearValentineDaisiesNew Years EveAcresTinBloomingOrchidsFire EscapesTin CansCrocuses Author:Jean Hersey
“The creative process is just a process and you can't really separate it from life. Growing your hair is a creative process. Your body is creating hair. Being alive is a creative process. Whether it's growing something in the garden or growing a song, the material accumulates. It's the process of being alive; it's the passage of time. Things change.” BodySongProcessCreativeAliveGrowingMaterialsHairCreatingGardenYour BodyPassagesCreative ProcessThings ChangePassage Of Time Author:Antony Hegarty
“I am in Paris. Yes ma'am , I made it back. I came up from Berlin, stopped here ten days, fought a losing battle against my deepest inclinations, pulled myself out by the hair and went to Madrid...Madrid is a lovely enchanting city, and there was almost ready for me a kind of penthouse full of sunlight, a roof garden, and so on. I gave one look at it all, returned to the hotel and went to bed and wept bitterly for eleven hours...Why? Because I had seen Paris and could not endure the thought of being anywhere else.” LooksKindMadeHoursCitiesReadyHairBattleBedTenLosingGardenEndureLovelyMade ItParisHotelSunlightRoofInclinationElevenBerlinEnchantingMadridPenthouses Author:Katherine Anne Porter
“I don't know if I could do this with the same energy, and in the same way - all the costume changes and glitter and hair and makeup - all the time. When I'm in my 50s, I kind of think I'll want to be in a garden.” IfsThinkingKnowsWayWantKindEnergyHairGardenIf I CouldMakeupCostumesGlitterHair And Makeup Author:Taylor Swift
“I would love to continue in music, with writing... but I am not the kind of person who will hang around if I start to become irrelevant. If that happens, I will bow down gracefully, raise my kids, and have a garden. And I am going to let my hair go gray when I am older. I don't need to be blonde when I'm 60!” IfsNeedsWritingKindPersonsHappensKidsHairGardenRaisesGrayBowsIrrelevantBlonde Author:Taylor Swift
“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.” YearsFirstsHeartLightEyeGirlSpeakSilenceHairArmsLateYears AgoGardenWetWaste LandHyacinths Book:My Own Wasteland Source: My Own Wasteland
“No matter what she did with her hair it took about three minutes for it to tangle itself up again, like a garden hosepipe in a shed [Which, no matter how carefully coiled, will always uncoil overnight and tie the lawnmower to the bicycles].” MatterThreeMinutesHairGardenNo Matter WhatTiesShedBicycleLords And Ladies Author:Terry Pratchett