Quotes About Harvest

William got up and went over to the window. Outside, the autumn fields lay pleasingly striped with stubble and speckled with partridges.

Saying of the ProphetFoodNobody has eaten better food than that won by his own labour.

All work is seed sown. It grows and spreads and sows itself anew.

What a man sows that shall he and his relations reap.

They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.

Success could be that moment of time when you're enjoying the fruits of your labour.

Life's a garden. Dig It!

No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.

Give thanks for a little and you will find a lot.

Many people sow rice in their fields and expect to harvest maize.

But one doesn't expect out of life what one has already learned that it cannot give, but rather one begins to see more and more clearly that life is only a kind of sowing time, and the harvest is not here.

What else can one do, when we think of all the things we do not know the reason for, than go look at a field of wheat? The history of those plants is like our own; for aren't we, who live on bread, to a considerable extent like wheat, at least aren't we forced to submit to growing like a plant without the power to move, by which I mean in what way our imagination impels us, and to being reaped when we are ripe, like the same wheat?

But there was a salve for her wound: she could always die now, because she had drawn all her benefits from the apricot trees in autumn. Seeing them was her whole life compressed into an instant's dream.

O farmers, pray that your summers be wet and your winters clear.

We must cultivate our garden.

Truth is a fruit which should not be plucked until it is ripe.

Now is the accepted time, not tomorrow, not some more convenient season. It is today that our best work can be done and not some future day or future year. It is today that we fit ourselves for the greater usefulness of tomorrow. Today is the seed time, now are the hours of work, and tomorrow comes the harvest and the playtime.

The stars are threshed, and the soub are threshed from their husks.' WILLIAM BLAKE

Looking East at Night" Death White hand The moths fly at in the darkness I took you for the moon rising Whose light then do you reflect As though it came out of the roots of things This harvest pallor in which I have no shadow but myself

The old bottles lay dreaming of new wine. I picked up my breast, which had gone out. By other lights I go looking for yours Through the standing harvest of my lost arrows...

But like of each thing that in season grows.

November is auspicious in so many parts of the country: the rice harvest is already in, the weather starts to cool, and the festive glow which precedes Christmas has began to brighten the landscape.

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.