Quotes About Fruit

Love is often the fruit of marriage.

When we were children the food in the nursery was quite poisonously disgusting. None of the fruit juice and vitamins of today for us – oranges only at Christmastime and porridge every morning, variable porridge slung together by the kitchen maid, followed by white bread and butter and Golden Syrup. Boiled eggs were for Sundays and sausages for birthdays.

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

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

The Simple Path Silence is Prayer Prayer is Faith Faith is Love Love is Service The Fruit of Service is Peace

Lying in the grass girl and boy Eating oranges, exchanging kisses like waves exchanging whiteness. Lying on the beach girl and boy. Eating apples, exchanging kisses like clouds exchanging whiteness. Lying underground girl and boy. Saying nothing, never kissing exchanging silence for silence.

Relationship is like squeezing an orange and throwing away the rind.

The fruit was only mentioned after the creation of Adam. This means you will never hear angels fighting over food in heaven.

The rulers who sow the seeds of hatred in the land will die of poisoned fruit in the end.

But the point about spiritual fruit is that, however healthy the tree, it has to be looked after.

In Genesis, and indeed for much of the Old Testament, the controlling image for death is exile. Adam and Eve were told that they would die on the day they ate the fruit; what actually happened was that they were

Taking and eating what was prohibited by God led to judgment for Adam and Eve, but taking and eating of God's provision of Christ leads to salvation for all who will feast on the fruit of the cross of Christ.

A medida que camines en unión y comunión con Él se despedirá una dulce fragancia y crecerá un delicioso fruto; la fragancia y el fruto del su Espíritu. Tu serás bendecida; otros serán bendecidos. Y es todo, todo, todo para el Amado.

He darted a look at the uncovered basket behind me, saw what I was eating, and glared at me. "That's appalling," he said. "They're wonderful!" I said. "They're all coming ripe." "All the better to turn you into a tree ," he said. "I don't want to be a tree yet," I said.

Strength would help me crush a tomato. Dexterity would help me dodge a thrown tomato. Constitution would help me recover from eating a bad tomato. Intelligence helps me know that a tomato is a fruit, and not a vegetable. Wisdom helps me know not to put a tomato into a fruit salad. And Charisma helps sell a tomato-based fruit salad to someone else, probably someone I intensely dislike.

There would never be room for an onigiri in a fruits basket.

In order for men to partake of the fruit of felicity,they must plant the seeds thereof.

The fruit of the Spirit is not spouse control or staff control or environmental control; it is self-control (see Gal. 5:23).

Don't blame; only resolve. It is not man and the earth at their loveliest, but you practising the art of revision make paradise. The evidence of this truth can lie only in your own experience of it. Try revising the day. It is to the pruning shears of revision that we owe our prime fruit.

For there the Babe is born in joy That was begotten in dire woe; Just as we Reap in joy the fruit Which we in bitter tears did sow." — William Blake

All things express their nature. As you wear a feeling it becomes your nature. It might take a moment or a year—it is entirely dependent upon the degree of conviction. As doubts vanish and you can feel "I AM this," you begin to develop the fruit or the nature of the thing you are feeling yourself to be.

We sit at the gate and scratch, the gaunt fruit of passion.

When she left it was the last full swell of summer, when apples hung formed but still green from the trees.

We're all stupid, chasing after vanity!" ... "Really, it comes from idleness! Everything's near, everything's close at hand, yet we run to some far-off kingdom. Is it not life, if one is occupied, be it even in a remote corner? The pleasure indeed consists in labor. And nothing's sweeter than the fruit of one's own labors . . .