Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.— Martin Luther
Killer Apple Trees quotations
You can't sow an apple seed and expect to get an avocado tree.
The consequences of your life are sown in what you do and how you behave.
The whole foundation of Christianity is based on the idea that intellectualism is the work of the Devil. Remember the apple on the tree? Okay, it was the Tree of Knowledge. You eat this apple, you're going to be as smart as God. We can't have that.
Not sorry, not calling, not crying All will pass like smoke of white apple trees Seized by the gold of autumn, I will no longer be young.
I produce music as an apple tree produces apples.
The apple cannot be stuck back on the Tree of Knowledge;
once we begin to see, we are doomed and challenged to seek the strength to see more, not less.
We complain and complain, but we have lived and seen the blossom -apple, pear, cherry, plum, almond blossom - in the sun; and the best among us cannot pretend they deserve - or could contrive - anything better.
Martin Luther was asked, what would you do if tomorrow the world would come to an end, and he said, 'I would plant an apple tree today.' This is a real good answer. I would start shooting a movie.
It is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man.
When I write "paradise" I mean not only apple trees and golden women but also scorpions and tarantulas and flies, rattlesnakes and Gila monsters, sandstorms, volcanoes and earthquakes, bacteria and bear, cactus, yucca, bladderweed, ocotillo and mesquite, flash floods and quicksand, and yes - disease and death and the rotting of flesh.
The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts;
The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough; Its Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, 'Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near.
It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.
We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.
My troubles are all over, and I am at home;
and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my friends under the apple trees.
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.
The howling pariah dogs, the cocks that herald dawn all night, the drumming, the moaning that will be found later white plumage huddled on telegraph wires in back gardens or fowl roosting in apple trees, the eternal sorrow that never sleeps of great Mexico.
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
The farther north you go, the fewer fruits and vegetables there are.
What kind of apple trees do you suggest the Inuit get their apples from? And how much oil is expended transporting such things out there? It's an equation.
One time, when I was very little, I climbed a tree and ate these green, sour apples. My stomach swelled and became hard like a drum, it hurt a lot. Mother said that if I'd just waited for the apples to ripen, I wouldn't have become sick. So now, whenever I really want something, I try to remember what she said about the apples.
When I was a child, kids used to make fun of me because I was blind.
But I just became more curious, 'How can I climb this tree and get an apple for this girl?' That's what mattered to me.
First I shake the whole Apple tree, that the ripest might fall.
Then I climb the tree and shake each limb, and then each branch and then each twig, and then I look under each leaf.
The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play.
Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.
If human beings could be propagated by cutting, like apple trees, aristocracy would be biologically sound.
A comely sight indeed it is to see, a world of blossoms on an apple tree.
The Universe is a pretty big place... And the one thing I know about nature is it hates to waste anything. So I guess I'd say if it is just us, an awful lot of space is going to waste. The earth is not alone, it is not like a single apple on a tree; there are many apples on the tree, and there are many trees in the orchard.
A charitable man is like an apple tree-he gives his fruit and is silent;
the philanthropist is like the successful hen.
And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising our of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer--apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude.
That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.
I meant to do my work today But a brown bird sang in the apple tree And a butterfly flitted across the field And all the leaves were calling me.
The flowers of the apple are perhaps the most beautiful of any tree's, so copious and so delicious to both sight and scent.
Apple trees bear apples, wheat stalks produce wheat, and forgiven people forgive people.
And who shall say--whatever disenchantment follows--that we ever forget magic;
or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold?
Ooo, let’s see, I need to get my spicy barbecue sauce.
Definitely some oven mitts, ‘cause he’s gonna be hot from being flame-broiled. I need to get a couple of them apple trees to make wood chips so the meat be nice and appley tasting. Give it that extra yumminess, ‘cause I don’t like that Daimon flavor. Ack! (Simi)