Quotes about Garden

To live with abundance and joy is to transform your thoughts in a way that embraces your innate holiness. The positive aspects of the self are a radiant light that will guide us to our divinity if we live a life of peace and purpose. Today find your own voice, channel earth energies and know that true spiritual freedom resonates within. Life if appreciated can be a breathtaking stroll through a garden of love profound.

 Life is a journey of sacred choices, a heart centered endeavor of love in which the whispers of our spirits open our souls to greater possibilities and higher blessings. If you allow your soul to sing a lullaby of love to all humankind you will walk with the angels into a life of lush gardens and rainbow light. Life is what we make it, so let your goal be to create an existence where you soar freely into the heavens of happiness.

May our heart's garden of awakening bloom with hundreds of flowers.

Let today be a day of joy and blessings where dreaming the impossible becomes our reality. A day where we walk with angels through a lush garden of bliss where we lift our hearts high that all may see its beauty as we set our souls of fire with love and compassion for all. Let us today embrace heavens glory and seek to touch every soul in a way that bathes them in holy light and liberates their spirit.

Strive to create harmony and peace and yours will be an awakened life. The essence of being alive is loving acceptance of yourself, for once we accept ourselves we unleash the beauty that lies within our soul. Like a tree from a seed the generosity within will bear fruit if we plant love wherever we go. Be a Spiritual Gardener and the soul of nature will smile as the earth sings a song of everlasting joy.

Life is a spiritual practice of blessings and inspiration where the seeds of lovingkindness within our soul will blossom if we tend to them properly. Love is lifes water , sprinkle it over your garden and a tree of life will grow that will bear fruit for eternity.

Gardening is its own infuriating design challenge. You fret and you rethink and you second-guess yourself constantly, and then for one delirious, thrilling moment something blooms and you feel utterly triumphant. And then it dies and you are back where you started. You feel like a failure, outwitted by nature. And by rain, or the lack of it. And by that ultimate conspiracy, weeds — endless, unconquerable weeds — like an army in perpetual attack mode. What once seemed a heavenly pursuit now seems beyond hopeless, and therein lies its magic: gardening is the most comprehensively satisfying of design challenges, because when it works you feel like God.

And when it doesn't work, you want to dig a hole in the garden and bury your head in it.

He who ignores the infinite and is devoted to the finite abandons a pleasure-garden and seeks the thorny bush.

Live more mindfully , write a new chapter in your life , reclaim your wholeness and feel reverence in your heart , for by planting these seeds you will create a beautiful garden that will bear fruit to sustain your soul and nourish your spirit for eternity.

A garden is never finished.

We plant seeds that will flower as results in our lives, so best to remove the weeds of anger, avarice, envy, and doubt, that peace and abundance may manifest for all.

If I had a rose for every time I think of you, I would walk in my garden forever.

Can you find another market like this? /

Where, /
with your one rose /
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

What have you done with the Garden
that was entrusted
to you?

The answer is never the answer.  What's really interesting is the mystery.  If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking.  I've never seen anybody really find the answer -- they think they have, so they stop thinking.  But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.  The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

He who has a garden and a library wants for nothing.

Every little seed in time will flower
Plant the ones that lead me down the path towards really helping
I am the garden, but I'm also the gardener

When your heart becomes the grave of your secrets, that desire of yours will be gained more quickly. The prophet said that anyone who keeps secret his inmost thought will soon attain the object of his desire. When seeds are buried in the earth, their inward secrets become the flourishing garden.

Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the moon while looking on the rain, to lower the blinds and be unaware of the passing of the spring - these are even more deeply moving. Branches about to blossom or gardens strewn with flowers are worthier of our admiration.

That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ. And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.

Marco Polo tells the tale of The Old Man in the Mountains and how he recruits new members to his Band of Assassins by means of drugs, beautiful women, lush gardens, and religious promises. The unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are much easier to give up than the bad ones.

Our bodies are our gardens, to which our wills are gardeners.

Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

How often I admire the taste shown in the garden which, within the house, may be indifferent. Here is an art which is today probably more perfect than at any previous time, one which does not break with the past, while it brings a sense of comely order, and a radiant beauty, to cottage and manor alike.

The Country is both the Philosopher's Garden and his Library, in which he Reads and Contemplates the Power, Wisdom and Goodness of God.

A Garden, an Elaboratory, a Work-house, Improvements and Breeding, are pleasant and Profitable Diversions to the Idle and Ingenious: For here they miss Ill Company, and converse with Nature and Art; whose Variety are equally grateful and instructing; and preserve a good Constitution of Body and Mind.

The more help a man has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.

Morning is the best of all times in the garden. The sun is not yet hot. Sweet vapors rise from the earth. Night dew clings to the soil and makes plants glisten. Birds call to one another. Bees are already at work.

Cultivate the garden within. What was Paradise? but a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights.

What was paradise? But a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs. Full of pleasure, and nothing there but delights.