Quotes About Harvest

Adam the while Waiting desirous her return, had wove Of choicest flowers a garland, to adorn Her tresses, and her rural labours crown As reapers oft are wont their harvest queen

feel that old age and aging is a time of great gathering, a time of sifting and a time of reaping the rewards of forgotten and neglected experience.

We enter the world as strangers who all at once become heirs to a harvest of memory, spirit, and dream that has long preceded us and will now enfold, nourish, and sustain us. The gift of the world is our first blessing.

You know anything about farms?" "Worked on one, up in Marshall," Virgil said. "One of the big corporate places owned by Hostess. Harvest time, I'd be out picking Ding Dongs and Ho Hos—we didn't do Twinkies; those were mostly up along the Red River. We'd box them up, ship them off to the 7-Elevens. Hard work, but honest. I used the money to buy BBs, so I could feed my family. Most of the local workers have been pushed out by illegals, now.

We could live offa the fatta the lan'.

And when that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift past his fingertips. No man had touched the seed, or lusted for the growth. Men ate what they had not raised, had no connection with the bread. The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses.

In the souls of people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

And then the leaves break out on the trees, and the petals drop from the fruit trees and carpet the earth with pink and white. The centers of the blossoms swell and grow and color: cherries and apples, peaches and pears, figs which close the flower in the fruit. All California quickens with produce, and the fruit grows heavy, and the limbs bend gradually under the fruit so that little crutches must be placed under them to support the weight.

In the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy,growing heavy for the vintage.

The driver sat in his iron seat and he was proud of the straight lines he did it will, proud of the tractor he did not own or love, proud of the power he could not control. And when that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift through his fingertips.The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses.

dissipated. The sun flared down on the growing corn day after day until a line of brown spread along the edge of each green

Ruhlar?nda yumru yumru gazap üzümleri oluÅŸuyor,büyüyor,a??rla??yor,baÄŸbozumuna haz?rlan?yor

Y cuando aquella cosecha crecía y luego se segaba, ningún hombre había desmigajado un terrón caliente con sus manos, dejando la tierra cribarse entre las puntas de los dedos; ninguno había palpado la semilla ni anhelado que ésta germinase.

God makes the harvest to grow. But we choose the kind of seed we sow.

I belong to a purely agricultural family from a rural background.

I just planted the family vegetables yesterday. You name it, I grow it.

It takes about five years for a walnut tree to produce nuts but this is not true of a family tree.

Some people forget to plant in the spring, idle away the summer hours and then expect to reap in the fall.

There's time for everything; a time to cry and a time to laugh, a time to sow and a time to reap. There's no rush in life, with patience and calmness the lord God almighty shall bring to pass all that your heart desires in due season.

In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.

There is nothing like something for nothing, it has always been give and take. Life is like cultivated fertile field what you sow is what you reap.

We reap what we sow. We cannot expect apples when we have sown the seed of a cactus.