Quote by Leo Buscaglia
To this day I cannot see a bright daffodil, a proud gladiola, or a

To this day I cannot see a bright daffodil, a proud gladiola, or a smooth eggplant without thinking of Papa. Like his plants and trees, I grew up as a part of his garden. – Leo Buscaglia

Other quotes by Leo Buscaglia

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself. – Leo Buscaglia

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Your talent is Gods gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God. – Leo Buscaglia

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God
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If we wish to free ourselves from enslavement, we must choose freedom and the responsibility this entails. – Leo Buscaglia

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Anybody who wants to rule the world should try to rule a garden first. – Gardening Saying

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With fronds like you, who needs anemones. – Gardening Saying

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Tomatoes and squash never fail to reach maturity. You can spray them with acid, beat them with sticks and burn them; they love it. – S.J. Perelman, Acres and Pains, 1951

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In the garden I tend to drop my thoughts here and there. To the flowers I whisper the secrets I keep and the hopes I breathe. I know they are there to eavesdrop for the angels. – Dodinsky, www.dodinsky.com

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When you analyze happiness, it turns out that the way you spend your time is extremely important. – Daniel Kahneman

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