Quotes about fallow (16 Quotes)



    If he does not plant the field that was given over to him as a garden, if it be arable land, the gardener shall pay the owner the produce of the field for the years that he let it lie fallow, according to the product of neighboring fields, put the field in arable condition and return it to its owner.


    There's enormous good will for the glory days of American cars, when they really were American and didn't try to be Japanese or German. We all recently discovered that was a gold mine we had left fallow for a couple decades.





    The life of a creator is not the only life nor perhaps the most interesting which a man leads. There is a time for play and a time for work, a time for creation and a time for lying fallow. And there is a time, glorious too in its own way, when one scarcely exists, when one is a complete void. I mean when boredom seems the very stuff of life.



    A love for humanity came over me, and watered and fertilised the fields of my inner world which had been lying fallow, and this love of humanity vented itself in a vast compassion.

    The only thing that keeps Webb returning to pop music in this creatively fallow era is the communion he experiences with his live audiences. After his shows, usually in intimate 300-seater venues, he'll hang around and sign for fans the old Richard Harris or Glen Campbell LPs they've got tucked under their arms. Each one of them will have something to say to him. 'You've really made a difference in my life, thank you very much', or 'I was going through a very bad time', ... Once you're looking into the eyes of a human being who really cares that you do what you do, that's a very difficult thing to give up. Money's not so important, and the ego stroke of seeing one's name in the newspaper really means less and less as time goes by. But contact with human beings, au contraire, becomes more and more important.



    Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
    Unpruned dies; her hedges even-pleach'd,
    Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair,
    Put forth disorder'd twigs; her fallow leas
    The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory,
    Doth root upon, while that the coulter rusts
    That should deracinate such savagery;
    The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
    The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
    Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
    Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems
    But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
    Losing both beauty and utility.




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