Quotes About Fruit

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn't bite in it until it's ripe.

Comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.

Omfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

Plant the seeds of Love in your hearts. Let them grow into trees of Service and shower the sweet fruit of Ananda. Share the Ananda with all. That is the proper way to celebrate the Birthday.

True loves are often sown, but seldom grow on ground.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and in reach of every hand.

Love is often the fruit of marriage.

Apples, apples, apples." Cassiopeia sang along

Bubble apples, bubble apples!

Lumawoo apples, la la la!

Messy apples!" she said, indicating Penelope's head.

So life is like fruit growing on the end of the branches..? -that's right.. -... it's like fruit.

Here is a greedy man who keeps to himself The beautiful pears ripe in his garden.

Words are powerful, so add visually descriptive adjectives to the story. For example, if you're talking about a fruit you had for lunch, you could say, "Today I had the most delicious strawberries. As I bit into one, I could feel the juices squirting out," or

And these, all labouring for a lord, Eat not the fruit of their own hands: Which is the heaviest of all plagues, To that man's mind, who understands. - The Sick King in Bokhara

In Christ there are no dead and sapless branches, faith is not an idle grace; wherever it is, it brings forth fruit in works.

On the trees were no longer only leaves but brown fruits, on the bushes no longer blossoms but clusters of red berries. And the wind had a rough manliness in its voice - the tone not of a lover but of a husband.

Irony was new to her and tasted oddly good, like a previously unavailable summer fruit.

Bible says the tree is known by his fruit. We can also say that the great man is known by his undreamed dreams!

I'd never forget the smell of the orchard. It was imprinted on me like the scent of my mother's Aliage perfume. Overly sweet, musty, blossomy, leaves-turning, fruit-ripening.

Quem come do fruto do conhecimento é sempre expulso de algum paraíso.

Old English 'æppel' used to mean any kind of fruit.

Back there our sun doesn't speak. -Where's "there," Miss Marta? -Back there, in Europe. Here, it's different. Here, the sun moans, whispers, shouts. -Surely-I commented delicately-the sun is always the same. - You're wrong. There, the sun is a stone. Here it's a fruit.