Quotes About Seed

The funny thing about murder is that the act is often committed decades before the actual action. Something happens, and it leads, inexorably, to death many years later. A bad seed is planted. It's like those old horror films from the Hammer studios, of the monster, not running, never running, but walking without pause, without thought or mercy, toward its victim. Murder is often like that. It starts way far off.

Keynes did not teach us how to perform the "miracle . . . of turning a stone into bread,"[4] but the not at all miraculous procedure of eating the seed corn.

No seed shall perish which the soul hath sown.

The most viable seed of life is the seed of love... which is the seed of friendship.

That they that sow in Tears shall reap in Joy, in singing. And he that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his Sheaves with him.

Sharon Hull: «Un sueño es una semilla de posibilidad plantada en el alma de un ser humano que lo llama a seguir un camino único hacia el cumplimiento del propósito de su vida».

Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

Inspiration the seed. Design but the flower.

It's vital to understand that while you are alive, there is no end to desire, since the seed of your every thought and your every action is a desire.

Desires are seeds waiting for their season to sprout. From a single seed of desire, whole forests grow.

Nature varies the seed according to the variety of the things she desires to produce in the world.

Actions are the seed of fate deeds grow into destiny.

Whatever our dreams, ideas, or projects, we plant a seed, nurture it -- and then reap the fruits of our labors.

The human mind is like a fertile ground were seed are continually being planted. The seeds are opinions, ideas, and concepts. You plant a seed, a thought grows, and it grows. The word is like a seed and the human mind is so fertile!

And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so [Gen. 1:11]. Now God is putting plant life here because man, until the flood, was a vegetarian. Man will eat nothing but fruit and nuts. The forming of the plant life completed the third day.

But I liked it, as if his words were a secret. A thing that looked like a stone, but inside was a seed. […] I was nothing, a stone.

Finches are seed eaters, but Dr. Daruwalla didn't know this, nor did the doctor know that the green parrot perching on the vine had feet with two toes pointing forward and two backward. These were the details he missed, and they contributed to the growing list of things he didn't know. This was the kind of Everyman he was—a little lost, a little misinformed (or uninformed), almost everywhere he ever was.

Each book first begins with a little idea.

The seed, swollen with moisture, burst asunder its covering of soil and out peers the blade of wheat, full of symbols. So faith, whose bosom is filled with goodly fruits, is a blade of praise.

Optimism is a seed sown in the soil of faith; pessimism is a seed hoarded in the vault of doubt.

If you have seen in silent prayer How the soul of the earth fashions crystals, If you have seen the flame in the growing seed And death in life and birth in decay, If you have found brothers in men and beasts, And if you recognized in the brother, the brother and God, Then you will celebrate at the table of the holy grail Communion with the messiah of love. You will search and you will find, just like God said, The way to the lost paradise.

And when that crop grew, and was harvested, no man had crumbled a hot clod in his fingers and let the earth sift past his fingertips. No man had touched the seed, or lusted for the growth. Men ate what they had not raised, had no connection with the bread. The land bore under iron, and under iron gradually died; for it was not loved or hated, it had no prayers or curses.

Observe constantly that all things take place by change, and accustom thyself to consider that the nature of the universe loves nothing so much as to change things which are and to make new things like them. For everything that exists is in a manner the seed of that which will be.

Y cuando aquella cosecha crecía y luego se segaba, ningún hombre había desmigajado un terrón caliente con sus manos, dejando la tierra cribarse entre las puntas de los dedos; ninguno había palpado la semilla ni anhelado que ésta germinase.