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Trellis In The Garden Quotes By Edith Wharton

The patch of lawn before it had relapsed into a hayfield; but to the left an overgrown box-garden full of dahlias and rusty rose-bushes encircled a ghostly summer-house of trellis-work that had once been white, surmounted by a wooden Cupid who had lost his bow and arrow but continued to take ineffectual aim. — Edith Wharton

Trellis In The Garden Quotes By Jenny Lundquist

I have certainly heard of the Subtle Art of Shutting Up, but I can't say I've practiced it all that much. I greatly prefer the underappreciated genius of Speaking My Mind. I figure if someone doesn't like what I have to say, they shouldn't put their ears in close proximity to my mouth. — Jenny Lundquist

Trellis In The Garden Quotes By Bill Vlasic

There has been fear in this organization, and people are afraid for their jobs," Reuss said. "But what we need to do now is trust each other, and be honest about our strengths and weaknesses. — Bill Vlasic

Trellis In The Garden Quotes By Euripides

Joint undertakings stand a better chance when they benefit both sides. — Euripides

Trellis In The Garden Quotes By Tim O'Brien

I showed up in October 1946, part of an early surge that would become a great nationwide baby boom. My sister Kathy was born a year later. — Tim O'Brien

Trellis In The Garden Quotes By Eli Roth

I have the infinite galaxy from '2001' as my screensaver - so if I space out while I'm writing and it goes to screensaver, I can just stare off into the stars. — Eli Roth

Trellis In The Garden Quotes By Sarah Jio

But it wasn't their separation that was consuming my mind just then; it was Evelyn's garden. Bee had taken us there when we were children, and it was all rushing back: a magical world of hydrangeas, roses, and dahlias, and lemon shortbread cookies on Evelyn's patio. It seemed like only yesterday that my sister and I sat on the little bench under the trellis while Bee hovered over her easel, capturing on her canvas whatever flower was in bloom in the lush beds. "Your garden," I said, "I remember your garden."
"Yes," Evelyn said, smiling.
I nodded, a little astonished that this memory, buried so deep in my mind, had risen to the surface just then like a lost file from my subconscious. It was as if the island had unlocked it somehow. — Sarah Jio