It's a thin line between paper and hate, Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights, Hell or the pearly gates...I was destined to come, Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs.— Nas
Interesting Pear quotations
All genuine knowledge originates in direct experience.
There are only ten minutes in the life of a pear when it is perfect to eat.
Whatever you do, do it gently and unhurriedly, because virtue is not a pear to be eaten in one bite.
If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Pears cannot ripen alone. So we ripened together.
old pear tree starlings announce harvest time
If you want to know the taste of a pear, you must change the pear by eating it yourself. If you want to know the theory and methods of revolution, you must take part in revolution. All genuine knowledge originates in direct experience.
Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white.
It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark.
If you want to know the taste of a pear, you must change the pear by eating it.
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.
This is what I say to the most conservative person that's so terrified of gay marriage becoming legal. Just because the state says it's legal, it's not like God's going to let them into Heaven. So you can still sleep sound every night knowing that goal line defense is up at the pearly gates.
You should go to a pear tree for pears, not to an elm.
I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.
The Pearly Gates. Am I the only one who finds it odd that Heaven has gates? What kind of neighborhood is Heaven in?
The jelly - the jam and the marmalade, And the cherry-and quince-'preserves' she made! And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear, With cinnamon in 'em, and all things rare! And the more we ate was the more to spare, Out to old Aunt Mary's! Ah!
All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.
As for my next book, I won't write it till it has grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall.
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
A pear-tree planted nigh: 'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show, And hung with dangling pears was every bough.
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.
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.
You get so weak from eating pears that you fall down, and then they come and take you away on a stretcher.
The seed of God is in us: Pear seeds grow into pear trees;
Hazel seeds into hazel trees; And God seeds into God.
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose.
The seed of God is in us. Given an intelligent and hard-working farmer, it will thrive and grow up to God, whose seed it is; and accordingly its fruits will be God-nature. Pear seeds grow into pear trees, nut seeds into nut trees, and God-seed into God.
The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
Decay and disease are often beautiful, like the pearly tear of the shellfish and the hectic glow of consumption.
Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear, And he shows them pearly white.
Just a jackknife has Macheath, dear, And he keeps them out of sight.
For her I changed pebbles into diamonds, shoes into mirrors, I changed glass into water, I gave her wings and pulled birds from her ears and in her pockets she found the feathers, I asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple to become a lightbulb, a lightbulb to become the moon, and the moon to become a coin I flipped for her love.
He ate a pear. It was a hard one. It fought back against his grinding teeth. It snapped in juicy protest.
Pear Drops were exciting because they had a dangerous taste.
All of us were warned against eating them, and the result was that we ate them more than ever.
Where Cezanne captured and intensified shards of the eternal (every pear far more sharply defined than it could be in life), Monet portrayed the changeability and flux of every moment. 'The Water Lilies' give you a jittery, amorphous sense of a world seen at the speed of light.
O, Winter! Put away thy snowy pride; O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell; O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums aside; O, Autumn! Bid the grape with poison swell.
Even a band of angels can turn ugly and start looting if enough angels are unemployed and hanging around the Pearly Gates convinced that all the succubi own all the liquor stores in Heaven.