Susan Hill Quotes

It's my observation that gardeners and gardening for a very long time have had to take a back seat. Architects are very famous; they've got huge projects. What goes on in and around them has been relegated to a very minor role.

It does seem to me that the British in particular, British horticultural literature and television programmes, focus a huge amount on how we garden and hardly at all on why we garden.

Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope.

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.

I have a green thumb. I really like to get into the shrubs, the bushes, and really cultivate.

I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees - just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.

What would surprise a lot of people about me... I'm a gardener! I have a green thumb. I really like to get into the shrubs, the bushes, and really cultivate.

I've always had an affinity for growing things.

Gardening is learning, learning, learning. That's the fun of them. You're always learning.

I call myself, 'The Estee Lauder of the garden world.' I'm my own little conglomerate.

I love planting. I love digging holes, putting plants in, tapping them in. And I love weeding, but I don't like tidying up the garden afterwards.

I'm a flower gardener.

I haven't really got a green thumb, but I love gardens and their architecture.

The garden is something I always try to get into, but it always beats me.

Gardening is not something to get on your high horse about or be overwhelmed by. Either you enjoy it or you don't.

To plant and maintain a flower border, with a good scheme for colour, is by no means the easy thing that is commonly supposed.

The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.

Let us cultivate our garden.

Gardening is one of the rewards of middle age, when one is ready for an impersonal passion, a passion that demands patience, acute awareness of a world outside oneself, and the power to keep on growing through all the times of drought, through the cold snows, towards those moments of pure joy when all failures are forgotten and the plum tree flowers.

My garden is a slow work, pursued with love and I do not deny that I am proud of it. Forty years ago, when I established myself here, there was nothing but a farmhouse and a poor orchard...I bought the house and little by little I enlarged and organized it...I dug, planted weeded, myself; in the evenings the children watered.

There are several ways to lay out a little garden; the best way is to get a gardener.

Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder.

All gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so.

This garden is no metaphor - more a task that swallows you into itself, earth using, as always, everything it can.

To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace.