‘Tiger King.’ They are absolutely gone with the fairies, they’re all absolutely raving out of the box, the lot of them. All those people with animals like tigers, who’ve got their own zoos in America, and one guy’s got something like 2,000 tigers in his back garden. It’s absolutely mad.
I have a little gypsy palace here in New York. It’s all mirrors, and I have my own garden. It’s so secluded – the closest thing to a caravan I could find!
A garden is a complex of aesthetic and plastic intentions; and the plant is, to a landscape artist, not only a plant – rare, unusual, ordinary or doomed to disappearance – but it is also a color, a shape, a volume or an arabesque in itself.
We had a trampoline in the garden that I used to play on lots which was great exercise.
In popular Egyptian and regional culture, women are seen as weak, easy victims to temptation in the same way Eve couldn’t resist that shiny apple in the Garden of Eden.
I am forever grateful to St. John’s for giving me the opportunity to hear Carnesecca Arena and Madison Square Garden roar again for college basketball and especially for our players.
I’m a big fan of HIIT training and you can do it anywhere; at home, in the garden or even in the park.
They said Babe Ruth built Yankee Stadium and Bruno Sammartino built the Garden. It always was my favorite place.
If you want to be an architect of change by raising great kids, God bless. If you want to do it by raising money for your kid’s school, great. If you want to build a garden – whatever it is. Women like myself – they’re complicated, and they have a lot of different interests and qualities within them.
I used to love wildlife as a kid and being outside in the garden and the woods and the field and that stuff.
There are pictures of me in the garden at the age of one with a little plastic club. I had no concept of golf but I loved hitting the ball. I could do it all day. Only when I got to five was I playing every day though.
God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.
I turned down the first script offered to me, and the second. I lay on my back one day under an umbrella, in the garden, reading the third, and wondered why I had turned down the first.
Public opinion polls are rather like children in a garden, digging things up all the time to see how they’re growing.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
I perceive myself as rather uninhibited, with a certain mathematical facility and more interest in the broad aspect of a problem than the delicate nuances. I am more interested in discovering what is over the next rise than in assiduously cultivating the beautiful garden close at hand.
I think of marriage as a garden. You have to tend to it. Respect it, take care of it, feed it. Make sure everyone is getting the right amount of, um, sunlight.
In the past there were people who were not rich but contented with their living style, laughing and happy all day. But when the new rich people appear, people look at them and ask, ‘why don’t I have a life like that too, a beautiful house, car and garden,’ and they abandon their values.
If there is to be any hope of prosperity for this country it is by reversing that policy which made us simply the kitchen garden for supplying the British with cheap food.
I vaguely remember we had an air-raid shelter in our yard. We lived in a semi-detached house with a small garden in the suburbs of Salford, a couple of miles from the docks.
I think in a way that’s part of getting older, appreciating the simple pleasures of being in the garden.
It’s incredibly important to my spirits and mental health that I come back to Minnesota and not be surrounded constantly with Hollywood life. Spending time in the backyard, helping out in the garden, going out to the lakes, reminds me of what’s important and allows me to realign myself.
Hedgehogs need somewhere to hibernate through the winter, but also a place that they can lie out at during the day. So have a few places around your garden that are a bit wild, maybe a log pile, potentially even a hedgehog home, all of which are going to be prime real estate for one of these little guys.
The average gardener probably knows little about what is going on in his or her garden.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
I love all the shoe shops in Covent Garden. Laura Lee Jewellery on Monmouth Street for delicate gold jewellery. Every time I get a part in an English movie, I buy myself a piece of jewellery from there.
Edward Eager wrote a series of children’s books that are in danger of being forgotten. But they’re divine: stories about ordinary kids who stumble on magical things – a coin, a lake, a book, a thyme garden, a well. The magic changes them, they try to change the magic, the magic moves on.
I love the smell of clean laundry. Working in the garden and getting my hands dirty. Doing the dishes. These are the things that make me feel normal.
I grew up with an abundance of things from our garden, so fried food was not enjoyable.
Since I travel so much, my perfect Sunday would start by waking up at home with my partner Inez. We’d have breakfast with our little girl Karmen, maybe in our garden.
One lifetime is never enough to accomplish one’s horticultural goals. If a garden is a site for the imagination, how can we be very far from the beginning?
The Garden State will never leave me.
I always said that I want to sell out Madison Square Garden before I turn 21.
Corruption is when a politician uses public funds to deliver pistachio ice cream to his home and transfer garden furniture to his Caesarea villa, then requesting that the expenses be covered for the water in his pool and fights to get a private jet.
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.
From as young as I can remember, I always wanted to be a singer… My mum taught me ‘Going Down the Garden to Eat Worms’ for a competition when I was about 4.
Beauty is what I feel my life is about – the garden, the house, whatever. I see the world that way, yet it isn’t.
My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a frosty Christmas morning.
Over the years, the idea seems to have grown up that brightly coloured flowers are vulgar, and that the only flowers to be admitted to the walled garden of good taste are discreet and pastel-hued.
One night in 1974, I made the comment, ‘Here I am, this fat kid, the son of a plumber. I don’t look like a body builder; fist fight in a parking lot, it doesn’t matter. I’m getting ready to sell out this building. I’m going to sell out Madison Square Garden one day. This is the American Dream. I’m living it.’
I have an organic garden and love being able to say, ‘I’m going to see what I can pick to throw in my salad.’
My family recycles paper and bottles, but I reckon a proper wormery for the garden compost would be the way to go.
When I was 8 years old, I sold garden seeds.
At each moment, a poem might grow into a totally different shape. It is not so much like working in a garden. It is more as if you remade the garden every day.
But if each man could have his own house, a large garden to cultivate and healthy surroundings – then, I thought, there will be for them a better opportunity of a happy family life.
When you get the high art of William Shakespeare and the greatest love story ever told, and you collision crash it with the low art of the tacky garden gnome, you’re going to have lots and lots of opportunity for fun and putting your tongue very firmly in your cheek.
I travel the garden of music, thru inspiration. It’s a large, very large garden, seen?
When I was a boy, I took over the shed at the bottom of the garden and displayed fossils and potsherds and coins in it and proudly called it my ‘museum’. I charged people to come in, and my most prized possession was a Saracen shield dating from the Crusades.
In garden arrangement, as in all other kinds of decorative work, one has not only to acquire a knowledge of what to do, but also to gain some wisdom in perceiving what it is well to let alone.
I was incredibly competitive, growing up with two brothers; we’d argue and play against each other in the garden continuously. If we have a competition, I want to beat them.
I started playing football with my mates and my brothers, in the playground or the park or the front garden. It was just about enjoying it, having a good time playing. I wanted to play all the time.
My position is that since the non-secular status of my garden is not recognised by the law; by the world of the public, then the garden can only be private. So, I closed the garden to the public.
My favorite days are at home. Spend some time in the garden, cook a couple of nice meals, watch a couple of movies. I’m pretty boring.
I love playing in the Garden. My dad used to tell me stories about playing here. So to see that crowd, it’s crazy.
If you have children, you know you’re responsible for somebody. You realize you are being imitated; your belief systems and priorities have a direct influence on these children, who are like flowers in a garden.
