Vines Quotes - Page 2

I didn't really understand the importance of little things. I didn't really understand that it was the little foxes that spoil the vine. And if we're not faithful in little things, that God will never be able to make us ruler over great things.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

Plant no other tree before the vine.

As naturally as the oak bears an acorn and the vine a gourd, man bears a poem, either spoken or done.

You want hot days to get your fruit ripe but then you want it to cool off nicely at night so that the grapes stay on the vine longer and develop complexity.

Words slip into a language the way white-green vines slide between slats in a fence.

Do you cherish your humble and silky life?

The main thing is not to let go of the vine.

And time cast forth my mortal creature To drift or drown upon the seas Acquainted with the salt adventure Of tides that never touch the shores. - I who was rich was made the richer By sipping at the the vine of days.

I'm definitely looking forward to the day when I stop working - if I ever stop working. I like the idea of keeling over in my tomato vines in Sardinia or northern Italy.

To happy convents, bosomed deep in vines, Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines.

We must live in all kinds of days, both high days and low days, in simple dependence upon Christ as the branch on the vine. This is the supreme experience

Peas went with carrots as infallibly as ham went with eggs. For years I thought carrots and peas grew on the same vine.

The act of language or the act of denying language carries its own heaviness.

Dr. Johnson ... sometimes employed himself in chymistry, sometimes in watering and pruning a vine, and sometimes in small experiments, at which those who may smile, should recollect that there are moments which admit of being soothed only by trifles.

You know how the bonds of family are, my lady... They cling as tightly as vines. And sometimes, like vines, they cling tightly enough to kill.

That is faith, cleaving to Christ, twining round Him with all the tendrils of our heart, as the vine does round its support.

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?

turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine

Sometimes the taproot and the vines are far apart. Like English and the Asian poem.

No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart

Everything is here for a purpose, from horses to vine shoots. What's surprising about that? Even the sun will tell you, "I have a purpose," and the other goods as well.

A man makes no noise over a good deed, but passes on to another as a vine to bear grapes again in season.