#garden

One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded. ↗

— Paul Klee

#distance #does #flesh #garden #hat

I have become a prisoner of the peace movement. But you can't say that the termination is coming and then say that you are going back to your own garden to dig. ↗

— E. P. Thompson

#become #coming #dig #garden #going

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads. ↗

— Marianne Moore

#art #creating #gardens #imaginary #real

Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#gardens #work #beauty

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

#edmond #garden #passion #rage #war

The most beautiful garden is always the one that we have made it with our own efforts! ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

A man who destroys a beautiful garden by cutting all its trees is a real murderer and has not as much honour as an animal that treats well to the trees. ↗

— Mehmet Murat ildan

#beauty

I want to get to the point where one day I don't have to have anything but a rug and a microphone stand on stage and still be able to sell out places like Madison Square Garden, like Bruce Springsteen does. ↗

— Demi Lovato

#anything #bruce #bruce springsteen #day #does

Ah, this delicious night air,' she said, luxuriously sniffing in the coolness. 'Night air and gardening are the great tonics. There is nothing so stimulating as bare contact with rich mother earth. You are never so fresh as when you have been grubbing in the soil - black hands, black nails, and boots covered with mud.' She gave her great jovial laugh. 'I'm a glutton for air and earth,' she said. 'Positively I look forward to death, for then I shall be buried and have the kind earth all round me. No leaden caskets for me - I have given explicit directions. But what shall I do about air? Well, I suppose one can't have everything.' ("Mrs. Amworth") ↗

— E.F. Benson

#death #garden-gardening #night #night-air #vampire

By the way, if you get mad at your Mac laptop and wonder who designed this demonic device, notice the manufacturer's icon on top: an apple with a bite out of it. ↗

— Peter Kreeft

#apple #apple-computer-inc #bible #catholicism #christianity