A Shrubbery Quotes

#1. The Paddock was one of those medium-sized houses with a goodish bit of very tidy garden and a carefully rolled gravel drive curving past a shrubbery that looked as if it had just come back from the dry cleaner - the sort of house you take one look at and say to yourself, Somebody's aunt lives there.

P.G. Wodehouse

#2. I spent six hours becoming one with a shrubbery last night. There were three cloudbursts and a rain of small and very confused frogs

Charles Stross

#3. Landscaping is the great cardinal sin of modern architecture. It's not your garden, it's not a park - it's a formless patch of grass, shrubbery and the occasional tree that exists purely to stop the original developer's plans from looking like a howling concrete wilderness.

Ben Aaronovitch

#4. Home was something besides so much lumber and plaster. You built your thoughts into the frame work. You planted a little of your heart with the trees and the shrubbery.

Bess Streeter Aldrich

#5. Mastery of awareness requires that you never take personal offense.

Deepak Chopra

#6. The Bible may be an arresting and
poetic work of fiction, but it is not the sort of book you should give
your children to form their morals.

Richard Dawkins

#7. Vampire strength might not let me lift cars, but I will tear up some shrubbery all day long.

Drew Hayes

#8. Godshawk looked surprised, the way that people generally do when you ask them philosophical questions in shrubberies in the middle of the night.

Philip Reeve

#9. Billy's smile as he came out of the shrubbery was at least as peculiar as Mona Lisa's, for he was simultaneously on foot in Germany in 1944 and riding his Cadillac in 1967.

Kurt Vonnegut

#10. To say the truth,' replied Miss Crawford, 'I am something like the famous Doge at the court of Lewis XIV.; and may declare that I see no wonder in this shrubbery equal to seeing myself in it

Jane Austen

#11. Some people habitually wear sadness, like a garment, and think it a becoming grace. God loves a cheerful worshipper.

Edwin Hubbel Chapin

#12. Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at fifteen to write several novels.

May Sarton

#13. My path, beyond doubt or denial. I just hadn't looked toward it. I wasn't lost. I'd always known the way. If I'd only allowed myself to look. I had never been lost, only scared.

Aspen Matis

#14. Oh, Lor!' said the boy, sitting down on the grassy bank at the edge of the shrubbery and very quickly getting up again because the grass was soaking wet. His name was unfortunately Eustace Scrubb but he wasn't a bad sort.

C.S. Lewis

#15. The living room was still dark, because of the heavy growth of the shrubbery the owner had allowed to mask the windows. I put a lamp on and mooched a cigarette. I lit it. I stared down at him. I rumpled my hair which was already rumpled. I put the old tired grin on my face.

Raymond Chandler

#16. I hurtled down a path through the middle of a park, past shrubbery so refined it was probably entitled to vote.

Michael Marshall Smith

#17. They're coming! All of us waiting for the little green men to probe us or decimate us or turn us into shrubbery.

Andrew Pyper

#18. Other people have shrubbery in their gardens. You have a bottomless pit.

Cassandra Clare

#19. I've never asked him but I'm sure he has a fairly stringent policy about random teenagers lurking in his shrubbery.

Cassandra Clare

#20. The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.

Willa Cather

#21. We have no need to learn to think much of ourselves, to care for ourselves, to consider our own needs, wants, and desires. We already do that far too much. The problem is getting us to think of others, to have a lowliness of mind that springs from humility and love.

Nancy Wilson

#22. Wow. That's sort of pretty. In a Jaws kind of way.

Jim Butcher

#23. The war - that's the only thing I can talk about. Why did we come here? To Chernobyl? Because no one's going to chase us out of here. No one will kick us off this land. It's not anyone's land now.

Svetlana Alexievich

#24. I'm not a garden expert in any sense of the meaning, only someone who blunders about in the shrubbery.

Mirabel Osler

#25. They set off through the soft lingering light. One cuckoo in the depths of Layer Wood and one in the dense shrubbery of the Dower House were keeping up their eternal question and answer, and in the comparative coolness which had come with the evening all the scents of summer had magnified.

Norah Lofts