Quotes About Harvest

When a man is at peace with his gods and ancestors, his harvest will be good or bad according to the strength of his arm.

Have you not heard that when two brothers fight a stranger reaps the harvest?

We shall live. We pray for life, children, a good harvest, and happiness. You will have what is good for you and I will have what is good for me. Let the kite perch and let the eagle perch too. If one says no to the other, let his wing break.

I definitely in filmmaking more and more find writing and directing a means to harvest material for editing. It's all about editing.

Non lessi la prima estate, zappai fagioli

More abundance can lead to more competition. If ordinary people live at subsistence levels, powerful people can't really take much away from them—not if they want to come back and take more the next time there's a harvest. But the more ordinary people are able to produce, the more powerful people can confiscate.

If you want your tree to produce plenty o' fruit, you've got to cut it back from time to time. Same thing with your neural cells. Some people might call it brain damage. I call it prunin'.

Every fifteen minutes or so the harvest moon would bleed through the tourniquet of cloud cover that conspired to squeeze every droplet of pictorial sentiment out of the Skagit landscape in order that a more refined Chinese moon might brush the countryside. In the aloof washes of moonlight no form seemed to stir.

Together the old man and the boy sat on the grass and shared the heart of the watermelon. The nasty-sweet guts of the earth.

The fields...are white already to harvest" (John 4:35 KJV), or as other versions put it, "ripe for harvest."...One part of the harvest metaphor we may have missed was the importance of timing-there is a season for both sowing and reaping, and sometimes there is a season of simply waiting and watering.

In green heaven's fields I saw the sickle of the new moon Remembered by sowing and by harvest, And said: O Kismet, you sleep and the sun blossoms The reply: Do not be as hopeless as the past. She repeated the last line: 'Do not be as hopeless as the past.

Before dragging it down through mosses, sedges, and small twin flowers—plants the deer had eaten all its life—he'd taken a sharp knife to the belly, opened it and found a fragrance, the moist smell of Earth, something Gramps had spoken of. He had said that when it happens, when the deer gives itself to you this way, it's a gift the hunter must accept with gratitude.

spiced apple cider and donuts,

I like making pies. I have a bunch of fruit trees in my backyard. My loquat tree sprouted, and I like making loquat pie. They're really hard to peel and everything, and it took me forever, but they make the best pies. They're amazing.

We have not yet learned the difference between yield and loot.

In the fighting that we do, one time we fight over the wheat and all the other grains, another time over the livestock, and at other times over the vineyards. And so, on four occasions we fight over all the fruits of the earth and for those things won by the benandanti that year there is abundance.' Thus, at the core of the nocturnal gatherings of the benandanti we see a fertility rite emerging that is precisely patterned on the principal events of the agricultural year.

Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.

Every fruit that bedecked Cecile's gaily-dressed stall had been grown on her own holding.

Well, the drums gave me headaches, the sunlight flashing on my armor cooked me up like harvest day, and those magnificent destriers shit everywhere.

to bring us a handful of figs from his tree or a few almonds, milky and fresh, which we would crack between the smooth stones on the beach.

fed under the orange and lemon trees

grapes still sun-warmed

From the tiniest grain of sand to the brain of an Einstein, all existence, animate and inanimate, is the product of the same ninety-two elements that are themselves the harvest of the energy of the creation. At every turn an underlying commonality, a unity, emerges from within the diversity.

They shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig-tree.