Quotes About Harvest

Your methods are like slow release fertilizer; over time they produce a bountiful harvest.

he will go home to his village and dig out a farm girl, like a cocoyam

That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.

The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.

Life moves in seasons. You cannot always reap, as there comes a season when you must sow to later reap.

our goods and money are consumed by taxation; our land is stripped of its harvest to fill their granaries; our hands and limbs are crippled by building roads through forests and swamps under the lash of our oppressors'.

Out here in the country there was no avoiding the direct link between death and dinner

woodland, cranberry bogs, hunting grounds, fishing spots, clay deposits, berry bushes, and medicinal plants were available to everyone. The people sometimes gathered as a community to harvest and sell these resources in bulk to fund public services like poor relief. One Massachusetts official, assuming that jealousy and selfishness were naturally the dominant features of all human societies, marveled that these places were "almost realizing the wildest dreams of the communists."48

I represent a state that accounts for most of the food production in India.

I grew up in an agricultural family, and I never distanced myself from where the food comes from. I think it's quite natural.

planted seeds—and you're still reaping the harvest from them. Don't ever get so hung up on a specific lesson that you forget this fact: Good teaching—and

Not before the harvest is in, and the mules are rested

Patience is bitter, but bears a sweet fruit.

La paciencia es amarga, pero produce un dulce fruto.

We leave behind what we do sow.

All around the walls were espaliered apricot, peach and fig trees, and in the centre were squared beds of strawberries, currants, and sweet little musk-melons.

corn yielded more calories per acre than did rice, wheat, or barley,

How could it be late, when you're the sunrise? There's no morning sky or lark-song before you appear. No butterfly would dare unfold its wings. The day waits on you, my heart, just as the harvest waits the reaper.

She had spent that summer and early fall fancying herself a character in a Willa Cather novel, so caught up in the symbolic bounty of the harvest

My love's hair is autumn hair, there the sun ripens. My fingers harvest the dark vegetable of her body. In the morning I remove it from my tongue and sleep again.

As the sun moves higher in the cloudless sky, all the verses regarding seedtime and harvest come to mind, especially this one, which suits our hard-working Ruth: "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."26

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.

Each day is a branch of the Tree of Life laden heavily with fruit. If we lie down lazily beneath it, we may starve; but if we shake the branches, some of the fruit will fall for us.

Y al cabo, al cabo, se siembre o no se siembre, El año se remata por Diciembre.