Quotes About Fruit

XXXVII Qualunque ben si fa, naturalmente nasce d'Amor, come del fiore el frutto, ché Amor fa l'omo essere valente

one's own past self (our/his childhood) and of bringing to light the relics of the childhood of humankind itself (Z 4302). Far from wanting to recirculate dead and devitalized forms—either in language or in existence—Leopardi uses the metaphor of fresh fruit preserved in winter,

It is when we ask about the nature of this catharsis that we discover that culture itself represents something like the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes. A few bear fruit in happiness; the others go awry. But he who garners day by day the good life, he is happiest.

Black weather, Cucumber fruit swells, Rooks sit. - 11th March, 1768

Te abrazo y corren las mandarinas; te beso y todas las uvas sueltan el vino oculto de su corazón sobre mi boca.

own spirits (Rom 8:16), has desires that are in opposition to the flesh (Gal 5:17), helps us in our weakness (Rom 8:26), intercedes in our behalf (Rom 8:26–27), works all things together for our ultimate good (Rom 8:28),[5] strengthens believers (Eph 3:16), and is grieved by our sinfulness (Eph 4:30). Furthermore, the fruit of the Spirit's indwelling are the personal attributes of God (Gal 5:22–23).

The strawberry... It is born of the copious dews, the fragrant nights, the tender skies, the plentiful rains of the early season. The singing of birds is in it, and the health and frolic of lusty Nature. It is the product of liquid May touched by the June sun. It has the tartness, the briskness, the unruliness of spring, and the aroma and intensity of summer.

Fruit only angers my need for chocolate.

Garfield: My inner beast desires a snack! Jon: How about a nice, frothy fruit smoothie? Garfield: Inner beasts don't do frothy and fruity.

Dark red cherries in a ripe Bowl of Summer

This special feeling towards fruit, its glory and abundance, is I would say universal... We respond to strawberry fields or cherry orchards with a delight that a cabbage patch or even an elegant vegetable garden cannot provoke.

The life of Marian Evans had much I never knew — a doom of fruit without the bloom, like the Negra fig...

Why does cold weather refresh old griefs? More quiet for reflection? Longer nights to lay awake? Like citrus, grief is a winter fruit.

The Vine of Life grows a single melon. The color of the heart is unknown until the rind is split.

It seems to me that the gods are cruel to women who eat fruit, but that is a thought I keep to myself.

the entire area was once apple orchards – all down to Henry the Eighth and his desire for an abundant supply of fresh fruit in days of yore.

Good thoughts bear good fruit, bad thoughts bad fruit.

Where is your life, Gabriel?' she asked, after a despairing pause, 'Where is it? Ain't it all done gone for nothing? Where's your branches? Where's your fruit?' He said nothing; insistently, she tapped the letter with her thumbnail.

In prayer, like the stars before the rising sun, all the burdens of our autonomous self disperse before the "piercing presence" of God. God unclothes, undoes us, "prunes away every branch that does not bear fruit." He even takes God away from us

Did not the souls also of the righteous ask question of these things in their chambers, saying, "How long shall I hope on this fashion?" when cometh the fruit of the floor of our reward?

And yet their reward appear not, and their labor had no fruit: for I have gone here and there through the heathen, and I see that they flow in wealth, and think not upon thy commandments.

Pure wisdom is the 'fruit of life' banal platitudes are the 'bane of existence'.

An apple only falls far from its tree when carried away by divine winds.