Quotes About Corn

The readers of the Boston Evening TranscriptSway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.

If we are going to start calling industrial corn sustainable, then we might as well say that petroleum is a renewable resource if you're willing to wait long enough.

Sola yo, amor, y vos quién sabe dónde; tu recuerdo me mece como al maíz el viento y te traigo en el tiempo, recorro los caminos, me río a carcajadas y somos los dos juntos otra vez, junto al agua.

They were evidently small men, all wind and quibbles, flinging out their chuffy grain to us with far less interest than a farm-wife feels as she scatters corn to her fowls.

The Clue in the Corn Maze Created by Gertrude Chandler Warner Illustrated by Robert Papp

But,...we should first learn the winds and the nature of the sky, the customary cultivation and the ways of the place. What each region bears and rejects. Here corn shoots up, and there grapes do. Elsewhere young trees grow strong and the wild grasses.

Through atoms of grey-blue air the sun struck at English fields and lit up marshes and pools, a white gull on a stake, the slow sail of shadows over blunt-headed woods and young corn and flowing hayfields. It beat on the orchard wall, and every pit and grain of the brick was silver pointed, purple, fiery as if soft to touch, as if touched it must melt into hot-baked grains of dust.

Tita knew through her own flesh how fire transforms the elements, how a lump of corn flour is changed into a tortilla, how a soul that hasn't been warmed by the fire of love is lifeless, like a useless ball of corn flour.

If you had to decide between being given a million dollars and eating tacos, which would you choose — corn or flour?

Cow Shoes" These were used by moonshiners during prohibition to disguise their footprints. The fancy footwear left hoof prints instead of footprints, helping distillers and smugglers evade the police. "Ain't nothing out here but cows and corn

Corn occupies a really special role in what I've been calling American agro-economics.

God lets the guilty live right among the good, hurting them all they want; he lets the tares grow amid the corn.

Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of cities. His work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream, slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in this world. Fly them.

Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of the cities. His work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream, slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in this world. Fly them.

Take your grandpappy--goin' out there is about the only recreation he gets. He'll go out some rainy night with his nighties flappin' around his legs, and like as not when you come out in the mornin' you'll find him prone in the mud, or maybe skidded off one of them curves and wound up in the corn crib.

To the person who stole my place in line: I'm after you now. What is the center of gravity? The letter "v"! Why did the quiz show give away $10,000 plus one banana? They wanted the prize to have appeal. What do you call corn that joins the army? A kernel.

July is the high noon of the northern year... firefly nights and corn growing so fast out in Ioway that you can hear its joints pop in the moonlight.

Because it is written that you reap what you sow, and the boy had sown good corn.

Ah—now you think I have been lying to you, that this is only a story. It has a king in it. And while a story with Death might be true, a story with a king in it is always a fairy tale. But remember, this comes from a time when kings were as common as corn. Plant a field and you got corn. Plant a kingdom and you got a king. It is that simple.

Kansas had better stop raising corn and begin raising hell.

The street was a yellow streak, however many yards wide, cabs and cabs and cabs and the occasional car that wasn't a cab so the whole thing looked like a scarcely-been-touched ear of corn.

Pirate booty," said Grace. "You mean gold doubloons or those cheesy corn puffs?

In Maie get a weede hooke, a crotch and a glove, And weed out such weedes as the corne doth not love. Slack never thy weeding, for dearth nor for cheape, The corne shall reward it er ever ye reape. [Thomas Tusser, 'Five hundred points of husbandry: directing what corn, grass, is proper to be sown: what trees to be planted: how land is to be improved: with with whatever is fit to be done for the benefit of the farmer in every month of the year' (1557).]

All the candy corn that was ever made was made in 1911.