Quotes About Harvest

Truly, Autumn is my season," the scarlet beast chorted. "Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.

There is a place, September, oh, very far from Pandemonium. A place where it is always autumn, where there is always cider and pumpkin pie, where leaves are always orange and fresh-cut wood is always burning and it is always, just always Halloween.

Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time when the world is poised at the door of winter - which is the door of death - but has not yet fallen. It is a world of contradictions: a time of harvest and plenty but also of cold and hardship. Here we dwell in the midst of life, but we know most keenly that all things must pass away and shrivel. Autumn turns the world from one thing into another. The year is seasoned and wise but not yet decrepit or senile.

But you've just never had better coffee than the fair-trade organic late-harvest darkest of dark roasts at a Voorpret espresso bar. And you don't nuke that sort of thing from orbit. It's just so hard to find a good cappuccino when you're traveling.

The word for mother, umm, is the root of the words for "source, nation, mercy, first principle, rich harvest; stupid, illiterate, parasite, weak of character, without opinion." In

A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.

But be patient: you reap what you sow, you reap later than you sow, and you reap more than you sow.

Mama worked outside the home — in the garden.

the complete fulfilment of the meaning of Christ's presence on earth. He planted the seeds and it is up to us to cultivate and gather the harvest, or else it will wither. "So from this day, we must decide not only our fate but our faith. Do we wish to be bureaucrats and remain behind these walls? To sit here and debate the finer points of theology while the sick are untended

The Bible has a promise for us when we discipline ourselves: "No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it" (Heb. 12:11).

A day of fortune is like a harvest-day, we must be busy when the corn is ripe.

Autumn is the season of change.

There are two times of year: autumn and waiting for autumn.

...the world reveals itself in its true dimensions in the Autumn...

Autumn is the hush before winter.

Autumn thanks the sun with an abundant harvest.

Sweet cider now, and punkin pize, And maidens fair, and doughnuts greasy: Who wouldn't be a farmer's boy, So phull ov phun, so free and eazy?

In every orchard Autumn stands, With apples in his golden hands.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard...

When eating bamboo sprouts, remember the man who planted them.

Act is the blossom of thought; and joy and suffering are its fruits; thus does a man garner in the sweet and biter fruitage of his own husbandry

As the reaper of his own harvest, man learns both of suffering and bliss

The man who sows wrong thoughts and deeds, and prays that God will bless him, is in the position of a farmer who, having sown tares, asks God to bring forth for him a harvest of wheat. That which ye sow, ye reap.

MAN'S mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth.