In love, women are professionals, men are amateurs.
Your garden will reveal yourself.
All anybody needs to know about prizes is that Mozart never won one.
Almost any garden, if you see it at just the right moment, can be confused with paradise.
By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course.
There is nothing like the first hot days of spring when the gardener stops wondering if it's too soon to plant the dahlias and starts wondering if it's too late. Even the most beautiful weather will not allay the gardener's notion (well-founded actually) that he is somehow too late, too soon, or that he has too much stuff going on or not enough. For the garden is the stage on which the gardener exults and agonizes out every crest and chasm of the heart.
Now the gardener is the one who has seen everything ruined so many times that (even as his pain increases with each loss) he comprehends - truly knows - that where there was a garden once, it can be again, or where there never was, there yet can be a garden.
My preoccupation has been from the very beginning that I believe that the "Brexit" referendum result is the most disastrous peacetime result that we've seen in Britain.
Turkey's economy is powerful enough to tackle tough times.
He sat watching the people go by, wondering how a thing of this sort could have come about, I must have let myself get mixed up in something horrible, he thought. . . Probably she's the one who did it; I have no control of myself or anything that's happened. So now I'm waking up. I'm awake, he thought. . . I've been destroyed and now that I'm awake all I can do is realize it. . . The shock of getting up there and telling that account made me see. Mixture of lies and bits of truth. Woven together. Unable to see where each starts.
Men and women should stay apart, till their hearts grow gentle towards one another again.