Quotes About Wheat

Most troubles are unnecessary. We have Nature beaten; we can make her grow wheat; we can keep warm when she sends blizzards. So we raise the devil just for pleasure--wars, politics, race-hatreds, labor-disputes.

It was the time of parched things, the wheat spear in the eye, the laminated cate, the time of tremendous, rusting bridges and the deathly silence of cork.

If I die, leave the balcony open. The little boy is eating oranges. (From my balcony I can see him.) The reaper is harvesting the wheat. (From my balcony I can hear him.) If I die, leave the balcony open!

The river Guadalquivir Flows between oranges and olives The two rivers of Granada Descend from the snow to the wheat Oh my love! Who went and never returned The river Guadalquivir Has beards of maroon The two rivers of Granada One a cry the other blood Oh my love! Who vanished into thin air

I am convinced that hundreds of religious leaders throughout the world today are servants not of God, but of the Antichrist. They are wolves in sheep's clothing; they are tares instead of wheat.

As I remember, the first real poem I wrote was about the wheat fields between Spokane and Pullman, to the south.

A country that cannot feed itself cannot have self-pride, and in the mid-'60s 20 percent of all the wheat produced in America came into India. We were agriculturally a basket case. And 15 years later, 20 years later, we have become an agricultural power. This is the famous Green Revolution.

Nobody is qualified to become a statesman who is entirely ignorant of the problem of wheat.

I don't write things to shock people, necessarily, but sometimes, when making an argument… Let me put it this way: Some people go out into a field of wheat and they'll pick something- just one thing that they like. However, other people will drive a thresher through there. Sometimes, if I have a choice, I'll just drive the thresher through.

I don't write things to shock people, necessarily, but sometimes, when making an argument… Let me put it this way: some people go out into a field of wheat and they'll pick something– just one thing that they like. However, other people will drive a thresher through there. Sometimes, if I have a choice, I'll just drive the thresher through. Sometimes I think that's what's called for...

My principal method for defeating error and heresy is by establishing the truth. One purposes to fill a bushel with tares, but if I can fill it first with wheat, I may defy his attempts.

If you stand in a wheat field at this time of year, a few weeks from harvest, it's not hard to imagine you're looking at something out of mythology: all this golden sunlight brought down to earth, captured in kernels of gold, and rendered fit for mortals to eat. But of course this is no myth at all, just the plain miraculous fact.

Planted, a single corn seed yielded more than 150 fat kernels, often as many as 300, while the return on a seed of wheat was something less than 50:1

Life appears to have been pretty good for the Skara Brae residents. They had jewelry and pottery. They grew wheat and barley, and enjoyed bounteous harvests of shellfish and fish, including a codfish that weighed seventy-five pounds. They kept cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs. The one thing they lacked was wood.

I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and to stand around like a clotheshorse with a lot of very green trees or very yellow wheat or very blue ocean rolling away for miles and miles in every direction.

I love the feeling of shredded wheat. I love healthy bird food with a fun-to-eat feel. Then you spray them with sugar, and I'm there.

7–8 fresh white peaches, peeled and sliced in small wedges 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice ½ cup white sugar 1 teaspoon of nutmeg ¼ cup of orange blossom honey 1–2 teaspoons of ground cinnamon cup whole-wheat flour

the church has always been a mixed multitude of wheat and tares which grow up together and cannot be separated until the last day (Matt. 13:36

We have a strong agricultural heritage in Kansas.

Oats SUPER SIDEKICKS: wheat germ and ground flaxseed SIDEKICKS: brown rice, barley, wheat, buckwheat, rye, millet, bulgur wheat, amaranth, quinoa, triticale, kamut, yellow corn, wild rice, spelt, couscous TRY TO EAT: 5 to 7 servings a day

Even the air of this country has a story to tell about warfare. It is possible here to lift a piece of bread from a plate and, following it back to its origins, collect a dozen stories concerning war – how it affected the hand that pulled it out of the oven, the hand that kneaded the dough, how war impinged upon the field where the wheat was grown.

Seu cabelo é da cor do ouro. Pense como será maravilhoso quando você me cativar! O trigo, que também é dourado, me fará pensar de novo em você. E eu amarei ouvir o vento no trigal.

When wheat prices soar, for example, nothing is easier for a demagogue than to cry out against the injustice of a situation where speculators, sitting comfortably in their air-conditioned offices, grow rich on the sweat of farmers toiling in the fields for months under a hot sun. The years when the speculators took a financial beating at harvest time, while the farmers lived comfortably on the guaranteed wheat prices paid by speculators, are of course forgotten.

Bread is the staff of life.