Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
I have never been able to look upon America as young and vital but rather as prematurely old, as a fruit which rotted before it had a chance to ripen.
Those who have not distinguished themselves at school need not on that account be discouraged. The greatest minds do not necessarily ripen the quickest.
The insufferable arrogance of human beings to think that Nature was made solely for their benefit, as if it was conceivable that the sun had been set afire merely to ripen men's apples and head their cabbages.
Minds ripen at very different ages.
Letters are like wine; if they are sound they ripen with keeping. A man should lay down letters as he does a cellar of wine.
I don't respond well to mellow, you know what I mean, I have a tendency to. . . if I get too mellow, I ripen and then rot.
Man is at the bottom an animal, midway a citizen, and at the top divine. But the climate of this world is such that few ripen at the top.
Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig. I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.
It is sad to grow old but nice to ripen.
If war should sweep our commerce from the seas, another generation will restore it. If war exhausts our treasury, future industry will replenish it. If war desiccate and lay waste our fields, under new cultivation they will grow green again and ripen to future harvest. If the walls of yonder Capitol should fall and its decorations be covered by the dust of battle, all these can be rebuilt. But who shall reconstruct the fabric of a demolished government who shall dwell in the well-proportioned columns of constitutional liberty who shall frame together the skillful architecture which unites sovereignty with state's rights, individual security with prosperity.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripen grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain, When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft star that shines at night, Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there I did not die.
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big Here is store and overplus - More had not Alcinous.
The power that makes the grass grow, fruit ripen, and guides the bird in flight is in us all.
The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
The age I'm at now, you go from being a young girl to suddenly you blossom into a woman. You ripen, you know? And then you start to rot.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories