"A book is a garden carried in one's pocket."
— Chinese Proverb

"On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as they tumbled up and over the top of the wall. Against another wall were white apple blossoms on branches cut into sharp crucifixes and forced to lie flat against the stone. Below, the huge frilled lips of giant tulips in shades of white and cream nodded in their beds. They were almost finished now, spread open too far, splayed, exposing obscene black centers. I've never had my own garden but I suddenly recognized something in the tangle of this one that wasn't beauty. Passion, maybe. And something else. Rage. "
— Meg Rosoff (How I Live Now)

"Flowers leave some of their fragrance in the hand that bestows them."
— Chinese Proverb

"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever.
"
— Alfred Lord Tennyson

"There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender for luck. Fall in love whenever you can."
— Alice Hoffman (Practical Magic)

"A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.
It is dazed with moonlight,
contented with perfume..."
— Amy Lowell

"A woman may be sexually attracted to many men in her life, but she can only truly adore about fifty."
— Sovrana Sostrata.

"No one is safe from nature's savagery,not even the innocent. Only beauty is consistent.
Gabrielle envisions a time when the Savage Garden will overtake civilizations and destroy it.
"
— Anne Rice (The Vampire Lestat)

"The world is a garden of philosophy. God is its gardener; Man is the visitor.
And any tree that does not bear fruits of philosophy either does not belong to
that garden or is yet to be grown."
— Kedar Joshi

"It has become much harder, in the past century, to tell where the garden leaves off and pure nature begins."
— Michael Pollan (The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World)

"I’ll admit that my garden now grows hope in lavish profusion, leaving little room for anything else. I suppose it has squeezed out more practical plants like caution and common sense. Still, though, hope does not flourish in every garden, and I feel thankful it has taken root in mine."
— Sharon Kay Penman (The Reckoning)

"When Mary Lennox was sent to Misselthwaite Manor to live with her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable-looking child ever seen. It was true too . . . she was as tyrannical and selfish a little pig as ever lived."
— Frances Hodgson Burnett

"A book is a garden you can carry in your pocket."
— Arabian Proverb

"'You...mulched him?'
'I bought a few extra trees, and when we ran out of room around the house, I suggested one by the road. You can't even tell the dirt was dug up now.""
— Paul Melko (The Walls of the Universe)

"A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-
scented stock. The garden is very still.
It is dazed with moonlight,
contented with perfume...."
— Amy Lowell