Top 34 Garden Of Words Quotes
#1. In front of us there is an immense garden of words and non-words, a serre, that is, a greenhouse in which are preserved by my care so many things of speech you have given me while leaving me free to cultivate them.
Helene Cixous
#2. Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently ... Can words describe the indescribable?
Rumi
#3. You plant your own garden instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. In other words, take responsibility for your own needs and your own happiness.
Maggi Myers
#4. I write about five thousand words a day, when working on a book, about three thousand a day if I'm writing a short story. I take long periods off between projects, when I read a lot, garden, and think about the next book or stories.
Eric Brown
#5. He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.
Lauren DeStefano
#6. He smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, "Life is so beautiful."
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Yes, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important.
Mario Puzo
#7. I will go where I will go
And I will jettison all dead weight
And I will use these words for kindling
And I will sleep by the garden gate.
John Darnielle
#8. Whenever I'm particularly frustrated by a problem in my life or in my garden, i meditate on the words of St. Paul in his letter to the Galations, Be not deceived; God is not mocked; for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
Vivian Elisabeth Glyck
#9. Jose Arcadio Buendia took his wife's words literally. He looked out the window and saw the barefoot children in the sunny garden and he had the impression that only at that instant had they begun to exist, conceived by Ursula's spell.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#10. Language to me is a tool a very clumsy tool. And words are garden tools with which to till the soil of one's life.
Joy Kogawa
#11. 8A faint clap of thunder
Even if the rain comes not,
I will stay here, together with you
Shinkai Makoto
#12. What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden.
Elizabeth Von Arnim
#13. In the common words we use every day, souls of past races, the thoughts and feelings of individual men stand around us, not dead, but frozen into their attitudes like the courtiers in the garden of the Sleeping Beauty.
Owen Barfield
#14. John Bunyan, while he had a surpassing genius, would not condescend to cull his language from the garden of flowers; but he went into the hayfield and the meadow, and plucked up his language by the roots, and spoke out in the words that the people used in their cottages.
Charles Spurgeon
#15. As full and equal partners Adam and Eve were responsible to tend the garden, to be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth, to subdue the earth, and to rule over the creatures. In other words, together they were given stewardship of the earth because they were equals.
Alan F. Johnson
#16. Some turn the soil and plant seedlings. We garden with words and nurture affinity.
Sherry Thomas
#17. The summer breeze was blowing on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden
Van Morrison
#18. Arin. I've wanted to do this for a long time."
Her words silenced him, steadied him.
Antecipation lifted within her like the fragance of a garden under the rain. She sat at the piano, touching the keys. "Ready?"
He smiled. "Play.
Marie Rutkoski
#19. Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Dorianne Laux
#20. Grandma Harken was sharpening her garden shears. Her hands slowed on the file and she said finally, "He'll get in trouble and he'll figure it out. Best to do it without us standing over him. It's the only way anybody ever learns to clean up after themselves.
Ursula Vernon
#21. Wise words are like seeds. The more you scatter them, the more they will grow into infinite gardens of knowledge.
Suzy Kassem
#22. We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure.
Robert Frost
#23. Success comes from keeping the ears open and the mouth closed" and "A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds.
Ron Chernow
#24. Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#25. If I say a word that is angry, he explained, then I should never be surprised by the harm. And if I say something good, then it is like watching my own garden grow, and that is the greatest pleasure ever.
Marina Budhos
#27. Saw you out there in the garden. Looked so damn ... fine," he said, quietly. "Was like I hadta have ya, right then. Bubbled up like ... I dunno, puke or somethin'." Jack chuckled. "You sure have a way with words, D.
Jane Seville
#29. Kind hearts are the garden, kind thoughts are the roots, kind words are the blossoms, kind deeds are the fruit.
John Ruskin
#30. Influence often isn't noticed until it blossoms later in the garden of someone else's life. Our words and actions may land close to home, or they may be carried far and wide.
Elizabeth Price Foley
#31. A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow It's like a garden full of snow ...
John Fletcher
#32. 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.
Robert Kroetsch
#33. Below these words was the garden's name in English: EVENING MISTS. I felt I was about to enter a place that existed only in the overlapping of air and water, light and time.
Tan Twan Eng
