Graeme Murphy Quotes

Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.

Nature obliges everything to change about. One thing crumbles and falls in the weakness of age; Another grows in its place from a negligible start. So time alters the whole nature of the world And earth passes from one state to another.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

I think there's seasons of life. It oscillates.

Gardening is inevitably a process of constant, remorseless change. It is the constancy of that process that is so comforting, not any fixed moment.

Things bloosom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.

Nature has different times.

When one's dead, one's dead... This squirrel will become earth all in his time. And still later on, there'll grow new trees from him, with new squirrels skipping about in them. Do you think that's so very sad?

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.

The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.

Once something has outlived its usefulness in one area of life, its purpose for being in existence is no longer the same. The leaf that captures a stream of sunlight, and then transfers its energy to the tree, serves one purpose in the spring and summer, and another completely different one through the fall and winter.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

I long for my garden to be complete. Working in it is one of my joys, but it will never be finished because it's forever changing with the seasons.

The garden has taught me to live, to appreciate the times when things are fallow and when they're not.

A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

Destroying is a necessary function in life. Everything has its season, and all things eventually lose their effectiveness and die.

Look abroad thro' Nature's range. Nature's mighty law is change.

Vines will be planted, corn will spring up, a whole growth of new crops; and people will still fall in love in vintages and harvests yet to come. Life is eternal; it is a perpetual renewal of birth and growth.

Life is about seasons, and I think you got to know the seasons.

Every season is a season of its own.