Quotes About Harvest

When you plant the seeds, wait patiently to see the ripen fruits.

We must stay connected to vine to keep bearing fruits.

Abide in the vine, you will bear much fruits.

As rice grows riper, the lower it bows its head. Never lose your humility while you grow.

Every season has an end~for a harvest to begin. Embrace the process!

'Long about knee-deep in June,'Bout the time strawberries meltsOn the vine.

O, it sets my heart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

we should be sowing to harvest and happiness that the weather conditions are in our favor.

The standing fields [ready to harvest]were the legions who hadn't filled their God-vacuum with the One who was born to fill it; the standing fields were those who waited for someone to reach out and speak the truth, and tell them how they might be saved.

The empress of the perfumer's palette, jasmine must be harvested before the rising sun to retain the full force of its delicate fragrance. Fragile and fleeting, jasmine is a fair nymph of a flower with a potent perfume. A world without jasmine? Simply unimaginable. -DB

The harvest was a wild living thing that you were trying to tame while all the while it was dragging you behind, arms out, flailing, in the chase. But here was the miracle: Despite the chaos, the lack of planning, the bad feeling between Sherwood and my father, there was also an overriding unity of purpose, a reverence for the family history, a love for the soil within the property lines.

The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider." [ Autumn ]

THIS RIPENESS Thin roads splice field to field in the early light; under the trees, many pears lie opening to the ground. This ripeness is the landscape I want, a hand on the kitchen table passing from sunlight to shadow, warm wood to cool, and back, behind me the bright jars ranked on their shelves—harvest of rutted lanes, too small for naming, that lead, one to another, through the day.

And poor Noeline, who was waiting for Dr. Howell to propose to her although the only words he had even spoken to her were How are you? Do you know where you are? Do you know why you are here? — phrases which ordinarily would be hard to interpret as evidence of affection. But when you are sick you find yourself a new field of perception where you make a harvest of interpretations which then provide you with your daily bread, your only food.

If you so sparingly, look for sparingly results.

In the rotation of crops there was a recognised season for wild oats; but they were not to be sown more than once.

Perhaps there had been joy for them in finding that sugar could be made from blood.

His eyes surveyed all the familiar details of his fingers, pausing only for an instant when our pupils met and trying to communicate with the simple flutter of a smile all those things we could not say because there was the cane to curse, the harvest to dread, the future to fear.

No ray of sunshine is ever lost but the green that it awakens takes time to sprout, and it is not always given the sower to see the harvest.

That land is a community is the basic concept of ecology, but that land is to be loved and respected is an extension of ethics. That lands yields a cultural harvest is a fact long known, but latterly often forgotten.

November is, for many reasons, the month for the axe

Come il fiore già rigoglioso sullo stelo cade insieme col fiorellino ancora in boccio, al passar della falce che pareggia tutte l'erbe del prato.

come il fiore già rigoglioso sullo stelo cade insieme col fiorellino ancora in boccia, al passar della falce che pareggia tutte l'erbe del prato

I like to think about the life of wine, how it's a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing, how the sun was shining, if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And, if it's an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now.