Quotes About Seed

If we are a metaphor of the universe, the human couple is the metaphor par excellence, the point of intersection of all forces and the seed of all forms. The couple is time recaptured, the return to the time before time.

An acorn is an oak tree inside out.

Sperm is a bandit in its pure state.

Fear of things invisible in the natural seed of that which everyone in himself calleth religion.

Education is not the piling on of learning, information, data, facts, skills, or abilities - that's training or instruction - but is rather making visible what is hidden as a seed.

Meditation is the chewing upon the truths we have heard. The beasts in the old law which did not chew the cud were unclean; the professing Christian who does not by meditation chew the cud, is to be accounted unclean. Meditation is like the watering of the seed; it makes the fruits of grace to flourish.

she quoted the Spanish proverb, "The oak tree is in the acorn.

The more you mow us down, the more numerous we grow; the blood of Christians is seed.

Maybe he's wondering what kind of horror might sprout a misfit like that, wondering too if the seed was planted last Halloween night in dirt tamped down with a murdered kid's blood—

What is the kingdom of God like? . . . It is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his garden. It grew and became a tree, and the birds of the air perched in its branches." LUKE 13:18–19

We don't know if soil is an organism or a matrix or what-the-heck-is-this-thing, and yet when we put seed into it, it can support life.

The creation of a thousand forests is in a single acorn.

The acorn contains the oak

Jiwa adalah rayuan untuk menjadi diri sendiri. Kita sudah diprogram di dalam sel-sel kita. Kita sudah diprogram di dalam hati kita. Kita sudah diprogram untuk menjadi diri kita sendiri. Dan kita adalah benihnya Tuhan, untuk tumbuh menjadi diri-pribadinya Tuhan.

Sembramos la semilla y la naturaleza nos da una cosecha correspondiente: esta es la ley en el plano físico.

Hate seed in the heart cannot produce a love flower in the life. A sinister thought will produce a sinister harvest. The revenge seed will produce a bloody harvest.

All law is writ in a seed.

Life is a memory, then it is nothing. All law is writ in a seed.

In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed perfection.

An infinity of forest lies dormant within the dreams on one acorn.

...See Hieracium's various tribe, Of plumy seed and radiate flowers, The course of Time their blooms describe, And wake or sleep appointed hours....

Forget that second-ticking clock. Time is the seed Waiting to fly from the milkweed pod. Time is the speed Of a dragonfly. Time is the weight of the ripened nut Eager to fall. Time is the rabbit's desperate scut. Time's dimensions are hidden in rocks, In wind and rain, but never in clocks.

Time is a seed, a sprout, a bud, A bloom, a flower, a wilting rose, Decay, disappearance, — a seed.

A seed hidden in the heart of an apple is an orchard invisible.