Anna Bartlett Warner famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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People who have not tried, know so much about gardening! - and so little.
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Fair, rich confusion is all the aim of an old-fashioned flower garden, and the greater the confusion, the richer. You want to come upon mignonnette in unexpected places, and to find sprays of heliotrope in close consultation with your roses, and geraniums sporting their uniforms like gay recruits off duty.
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Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place.
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Jesus loves me! This I know As He loved so long ago Taking children on His knee Saying, Let them come to Me.
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Remember why you're running your marathon. When you're struggling with those training runs that thought will help you.
-- Anna Bartlett Warner
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Like most parents, I've been stumped by homework, the big questions, such as: 'What is the point of geography - the pilot always knows where we are going?'. Answer: 'If you didn't know any geography, people would think you were an American, and you wouldn't be able to put them right because you wouldn't know where they live.'
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God does not so much want us to do things as to let people see what He can do.
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My goal has been to encourage jointness, to push people to think of affiliations rather than to operate as solo entrepreneurs.
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No one can rightly call his garden his own unless he himself made it.
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There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.
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People who have not tried, know so much about gardening! - and so little.
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There is some risk to increase birth defects if you do a lot of outdoor gardening when you are pregnant. That can increase rates of toxoplasmosis.
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When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.
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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover. 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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Don't. Please, just let me hold you a little bit longer," he mumbled into my hair
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