If there were no tribulation, there would be no rest; if there were no winter, there would be no summer.— Saint John Chrysostom
Breathtaking Summer Garden quotations
So plant your own gardens and decorate your soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer's year.
It brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul.
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
I'm a regular Canadian girl. I enjoy staying home. In the summer I've got a garden. I'm very much a homebody, a normal, family-oriented girl. But I do have this other incredible side of my life that involves acting and traveling.
We enjoy life's garden. Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
A late summer garden has a tranquility found no other time of the year.
Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.
It will not always be summer: build barns.
To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.
A world without a Sabbath would be like a man without a smile, like summer without flowers, and like a homestead without a garden. It is the most joyous day of the week.
There is no real need for decorations when throwing a barbecue party - let the summer garden, in all its vibrant and luscious splendour, speak for itself.
In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfies See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, the grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all, Flowers in the summer Fires in the fall!
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
The smell of manure, of sun on foliage, of evaporating water, rose to my head;
two steps farther, and I could look down into the vegetable garden enclosed within its tall pale of reeds - rich chocolate earth studded emerald green, frothed with the white of cauliflowers, jeweled with the purple globes of eggplant and the scarlet wealth of tomatoes.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and mojito in your hand.
I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone;
No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath gladsome gardens of his own.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
If there is no gardener, there is no garden.
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—
O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With the sea-weed in summer, ye bountiful powers! And I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.
O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! O for an iceberg or two at control! O for a vale that at midday the dew cumbers! O for a pleasure trip up to the pole!
We must cultivate our own garden.
'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!
I didn't know the names of the flowers - now my garden is gone.
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do 'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.
My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.
Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence.
Growing you own food is like printing your own money!
No bought potpourri is so pleasant as that made from ones own garden, for the petals of the flowers one has gathered at home hold the sunshine and memories of summer, and of past summers only the sunny days should be remembered.
the large black slugs ... come out at dusk. Enormous slugs. As big as crocodiles. So huge we need a gun to shoot them. And by the end of the summer, if they go on growing, we shall have to go out in pairs together for protection.
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
There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season.
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
The lime trees were in bloom. But in the early morning only a faint fragrance drifted through the garden, an airy message, an aromatic echo of the dreams during the short summer night.
Memory is the best of all gardens. Therein, winter and summer, the seeds of their past lie dormant, ready to spring into instant bloom at any moment the mind wishes to bring them to life.
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.