Top 162 Meadow Quotes & Sayings

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Last updated on December 3, 2024.
We have three and a half acres, complete with duck pond and wildflower meadow and open annually by appointment as part of the National Gardens Scheme.
Poets may be delightful creatures in the meadow or the garret, but they are menaces on the assembly line.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers. — © Alfred Lord Tennyson
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
The finest of the glacier meadow gardens lie ...imbedded in the upper pine forests like lakes of light.
Hope is a walk through a flowering meadow. One does not require that it lead anywhere.
Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.
I have to tell you I love living in a world without clocks. The shackles are gone. I’m a puppy unleashed in a meadow of time. -- Stargirl
Water astonishing and difficult altogether makes a meadow and a stroke.
What a joy is there in a good book, writ by some great master of thought, who breaks into beauty as in summer the meadow into grass and dandelions and violets, with geraniums and manifold sweetness.
He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.
Sleeping. Turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we're not alone in the universe, even in sleep.
The crowds at Flushing Meadow are about as impartial as a Nuremberg Rally.
I used to lie down on the grass and draw the blades as they grew - until every square foot of meadow, or mossy bank, became a possession to me.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
Take your brush here and there like a bee in an alpine meadow. In other words, don't laboriously work on or try to finish off one particular part. Paint promiscuously. — © Robert Genn
Take your brush here and there like a bee in an alpine meadow. In other words, don't laboriously work on or try to finish off one particular part. Paint promiscuously.
If I'm honest, the thing I am proudest of is my varieties of wild flowers in the hay meadow.
We saw men haying far off in the meadow, their heads waving like the grass which they cut. In the distance the wind seemed to bend all alike.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.
That was at the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival in about 1989. There were 6,000 women there, and they were out in a meadow, and I offered the tuning meditation and they did it.
My ideal is to wake up in the morning and run around the meadow naked.
I think that the farmer displaces the Indian even because he redeems the meadow, and so makes himself stronger and in some respects more natural.
Americans are less mystical about what produced their inland or meadow courses; they are the product of the bulldozerm rotary ploughs, mowers, sprinkler systems and alarmingly generous wads of folding money.
The history of the meadow goes like this. No one owns it, no one ever will.
I loved 'A Lion in the Meadow' by Margaret Mahy.
The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?
If I find a green meadow splashed with daisies and sit down beside a clear-running brook, I have found medicine. It soothes my hurts as well as when I sat in my mother's lap in infancy, because the Earth really is my mother, and the green meadow is her lap.
It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter upon them all.
The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.
Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it
The most interesting parts of the natural world are the edges, places where ocean meets land, meadow meets forest, timberline touches the heights.
Be like the sun and meadow, which are not in the least concerned about the coming winter.
To give your sheep or cow a large, spacious meadow is the way to control him.
Whether the flower looks better in the nosegay than in the meadow where it grew and we had to wet our feet to get it! Is the scholastic air any advantage?
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
Cross the meadow and the stream and listen as the peaceful water brings peace upon your soul.
Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smallest of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass.
Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there, waiting to be lived.
When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain.
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at playThrough the meadow land toward a closing doorA door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows. — © John Gay
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
Today, we must realize that nature is revealed in the simplest meadow, wood lot, marsh, stream, or tidepool, as well as in the remote grandeur of our parks and wilderness areas.
Why does the past look so enticing to us? For the same reason why from a distance a meadow with flowers looks like a flower bed.
Boy, you're like a horse. Just now sated with seed, You've come back to my stable, Yearning for a good rider, fine meadow, An icy spring, shady groves.
Love is the river of life in this world. Think not that ye know it who stand at the little tinkling rill, the first small fountain. Not until you have gone through the rocky gorges, and not lost the stream; not until you nave gone through the meadow, and the stream has widened and deepened until fleets could ride on its bosom; not until beyond the meadow you have come to the unfathomable ocean, and poured your treasures into its depths--not until then can you know what love is.
I've always liked 'Mist In The Meadow.'
The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.
Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.
I saw a poet chase a butterfly in a meadow. He put his net on a bench where a boy sat reading a book. It's a misfortune that it is usually the other way round.
... there are four women in every man’s heart. The Maid in the Meadow, the Demon Lover, the Stouthearted Woman, the Tall and Quiet Woman.
deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow — © Suzanne Collins
deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow
You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.
Miracle woman ... Your mouth is wine, and all your tender flesh An easeful meadow for my weariness.
We look on those approaching the banks of a river all must cross, with ten times the interest they excited when dancing in the meadow.
I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.
Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes, The meadow creeps implacable and still; A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies. One two three the cows bulge on the hill.
I believe in the forest, and in the meadow, and in the night in which the corn grows.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
Hiking a ridge, a meadow, a river bottom, is as healthy a form of exercise as one can get.
I appreciate the misunderstanding I have had with Nature over my perennial border. I think it is a flower garden; she thinks it is a meadow lacking grass, and tries to correct the error.
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