Truman Capote Quotes

Then there are those who plant. they endure storms and all the many vicissitudes of the seasons, and they rarely rest. But, unlike a building, a garden never stops growing. And while it requires the gardener's constant attention, it also allows life for the gardener to be a great adventure.

Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

I cannot live without flowers everywhere. I grew up having a big garden, the size of a city block, in Rombas.

Use plants to bring life.

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

Watch the unending activity of the flowing stream or the growing tree. See the breakers of the ocean, the unceasing movements of the earth, the planets, the sun and the stars. All creation is life, movement, work.

Our finest flowers are often weeds transplanted.

Once the rains abated, my father's garden thrived in the heat like an unleashed temper.

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.

Where flowers bloom so does hope.

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener.

Now I know a refuge never grows from a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.

I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.

At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; the winds will rock it, the birds will sing to it all summer long, but the next season it will unfold and go alone.

The calla lilies are in bloom again.

Almost every person, from childhood, has been touched by the untamed beauty of wildflowers.

The spring is already here with her hands full of flowers.

A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Life is a garden forever in flower.

One time I saw a tiny Joshua tree sapling growing not too far from the old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house. I told Mom that I would protect it from the wind and water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and straight. Mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.

Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

All little creatures are beautiful...every living thing when it first sees life is born in beauty. What they grow to be is a different matter.