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God gave our first parents the food He designed that the race should eat. It was contrary to His plan to have the life of any creature taken. There was to be no death in Eden. The fruit of the trees in the garden was the food man's wants required. -- Ellen G. White
I pored over art books and absorbed the placidness of Monet's garden, the sparkling color of the Impressionists, the strength and solidity of Michelangelo's figures showing the titanic power of humans at one with God, Jan Vermeer's serene Dutch women bathed in gorgeous honey-colored light... My conviction grew that art was stronger than death. -- Susan Vreeland
Marriage was defined by God a long time ago. Marriage is almost as old as dirt, and it was defined in the garden between Adam and Eve - one man, one woman for life till death do you part. So I would never attempt to try to redefine marriage. And I don't think anyone else should either. -- Kirk Cameron
Marriage is almost as old as dirt, and it was defined in the garden between Adam and Eve. One man, one woman for life till death do you part. So I would never attempt to try to redefine marriage. And I don't think anyone else should either. So do I support the idea of gay marriage? No, I don't. -- Kirk Cameron
Death is only an old door/Set in a garden wall. -- Nancy Byrd Turner
A garden is where you can find a whole spectrum of life, birth and death -- Tiffany Baker
I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death. -- Jean-Paul Sartre
For the water animals, the ocean is like a garden; for the land animals, it is death and pain. -- Rumi
I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but careless of death, and still more of my unfinished garden. -- Michel de Montaigne
It's pre-photography, a fossilization of time, Americans have done the Zen garden to death. I wanted to do something different. -- Hiroshi Sugimoto
I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but caring little for it, and even less for my imperfect garden -- Michel de Montaigne
Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers. -- Carl Sandburg

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