Cynicism means the conduit to the soul has a great kink in it, like a garden hose in which nothing flows in either direction.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
I used to build ramps in my back garden. It was more about having a bit of fun than racing.
In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.
The garden is something I always try to get into, but it always beats me.
The tree I had in the garden as a child, my beech tree, I used to climb up there and spend hours. I took my homework up there, my books, I went up there if I was sad, and it just felt very good to be up there among the green leaves and the birds and the sky.
When Welwyn Garden City was planned, the workers homes were placed in the east, downwind from the factories in the middle, whilst the bosses got the larger westside homes in Handside. This sort of social engineering, including the absence of a pub, would not be acceptable today.
We can make this country the garden of Eden.
Certainly if I were to think in terms of a field that would have required a different mode of education, I think I would have leaned in the direction of being a therapist. And without the education, or a different kind of education, I think my first choice would be a landscape architect. I love to garden.
When I grew up in central London, we had six pavement slabs for a garden.
My formal speaking career began before a group of 10 third-graders. We drew pictures of my home in Rwanda. I told them about my mother’s huge garden and our mango tree. The lessons I taught were simple. Play nicely. Take care of plants. Take care of people.
When I go into the garden, I forget everything. It’s uncomplicated in my world of gardening. It’s trial and error, really. If something doesn’t work, it comes out, and you start all over again.
I hope I will have a family. A house, with a garden, will be nice. And I would love a barbecue! Just very simple things and a passion to work hard.
I don’t paint butter dishes, doilies, or hummingbirds in my garden. It’s more raw, I suppose. But it always creates a reaction.
Designing a game can be like a Japanese garden. It’s not what you put in but how much you take away.
I’m making strides to have dialogue with life. I’m walking down a garden path, something like that. And you’re looking at the trees, and then you start to look at them through your inner eye.
I have an armchair interest in gardening, but I don’t like to get my knees dirty. I don’t have a garden.
I want to fight in Madison Square Garden because it’s the mecca of boxing. This is my dream.
On the subject of literary genres, I’ve always felt that my response to poetry is inadequate. I’d love to be the kind of person that drifts off into the garden with a slim volume of Elizabethan verse or a sheaf of haikus, but my passion is story.
My work begun to spread out. And calls to the universities begun to take me out of my garden, you know.
Someone had told me about a house in Wandsworth, southwest London – 21 Blenkarne Road – with an incredible garden, so I went and had a look. I walked in and just said, ‘I want it.’
My mother had a beautiful rose garden and would cut roses all summer and place in our house.
I was raised in the Pacific Islands, so I remember picking fruit every morning for breakfast or collecting the eggs from the chickens in the garden. It was a very simple life, but we had all of these fresh ingredients on our doorstep.
To make my meal, I go to the market and to the garden, and then I decide what I’m going to do. That’s a great pleasure.
‘The Secret Garden’ was the first musical that I fell in love with when I was a kid. My mom took me to see it, and it was the first one that I owned the soundtrack to and listened to over and over again.
I had a paint pony called Half-Pint, and I rode her in Madison Square Garden, and that was my first big show. But my first real pony was this red pony called Chantal. He was absolutely amazing. He was a great pony, except he did spin me off a couple of times! I would blink, and then I would be on the floor.
I just go in my back garden. It’s the only place where people don’t come and bother you.
I have this ‘Alice in Wonderland’ idea in my head that a garden should be a place of wonderment.
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.
I’ve always felt that having a garden is like having a good and loyal friend.
I’ve tried everywhere, but my garden shed is the most effective place to write.
I’m usually pretty good in the garden.
I used to help my maternal grandad in his garden. He was a lovely, kind man. He turned his spare bedroom into a greenhouse because he didn’t have room in the garden, and I remember rows of polythened plants stuffed in there.
Many of the books I loved as a kid, that even my mother read as a child, are very slow going. Today’s children are not as patient. The best example of this is ‘The Secret Garden,’ which I adored as a child.
There is a British assumption that you mustn’t speak evil of anyone’s garden because it is rude – it is like criticising their home, their children or their pets.
A garden is to be a world unto itself, it had better make room for the darker shades of feeling as well as the sunny ones.
I love America, and parts of New Jersey remind me of Newfoundland – rolling hills and gardens – it’s great! I guess that’s why they call it the Garden State.
There may be fairies at the bottom of the garden. There is no evidence for it, but you can’t prove that there aren’t any, so shouldn’t we be agnostic with respect to fairies?
I spend as much time as I can in my garden, and if I’m not writing songs or gardening, I’m painting.
I grew up in the large house and the larger garden of my parents in Altenberg. They were supremely tolerant of my inordinate love for animals.
Introduced to this world in Llandyssul, Cardiganshire, Wales, November 14, 1843, I celebrated my first anniversary by landing at Castle Garden, in New York City.
It’s like a garden: Whatever you water the most will do the best. At some point, you decide whether you’ll water your career or your relationship more.
I had been obsessed with insects and creepy-crawlies: I used to get up at five o’clock in the morning and go out into this field behind our garden and collect insects before everyone else got up, and suddenly, all I wanted to know about was music. It just seemed a very, very strange thing.
I think I experienced it during the ’90s that there’s no better place to be than Madison Square Garden.
I’m good in the garden and I can do the cooking, ironing and cleaning, but I can’t hang wallpaper or paint.
Successful writers say you should never work from a desk with a view, and the view I have from this one is a huge distraction. There’s a garden bursting with fresh vegetation, and just beyond the high wall at the end of it, I can see the sign of the local pub across the road. Distractions, eh? I’m so easily led.
I work every day from 9:30 or so until lunchtime. In the afternoons, I become a normal person – go shopping and do the garden and look after my grandchildren.
Madison Square Garden has held some of the best fights of all time. Many legendary fighters have fought there. Being able to fight there is an honor.
In 1972, there was still a New York City law prohibiting women there from ‘furnishing refreshments to the audience or spectators at any place of public amusement.’ That’s right: Until the law was repealed in 1977, it was technically illegal for women to work as popcorn vendors in Madison Square Garden.
Every day I’m in my studio – it’s wooden and purpose-built at the end of our garden. It’s filthy and has got paint everywhere.
I intend, before the endgame looms, to die sitting in a chair in my own garden with a glass of brandy in my hand and Thomas Tallis on the iPod. Oh, and since this is England, I had better add, ‘If wet, in the library.’ Who could say that this is bad?
I like to walk around. And I have a really big garden in Brooklyn. Growing tomatoes in my backyard feels very rewarding.
I have a garden, and I collect different heirloom seeds from different neighbors.
I always want to have children running around in the garden and so I don’t know what I am going to do with myself once they’re all grown up.
My neighbour asked if he could use my lawnmower and I told him of course he could, so long as he didn’t take it out of my garden.
It’s true that I have a wide range of interests. I like to write and paint and make music and go walking on my own and garden. In fact, gardening is probably what I enjoy doing more than anything else.
A lot of men tend to mix a couple of fragrances and smell like a flower garden. Avoid!
The power of the silent filibuster to distort Senate politics is now accepted on Capitol Hill and by the press as normal and not worth mentioning. Let me be the skunk at this political garden party and say this stinks. Representative government was not designed to work this way by the Founding Fathers.
