According to traditional wisdom in rural France, a baby in the womb should be compared to fruit on the tree. Not all the fruit on the same tree is ripe at the same time...we must accept that some babies need a much longer time than others before they are ready to be born.— Michel Odent
Restlessness Ripe Fruit quotations
Be a fruit loop in a world full of cheerios.
To use bitter words, when kind words are at hand, Is like picking unripe fruit when the ripe fruit is there.
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
When you truly feel this equal love for all, when your heart has expanded so much that it embraces the whole of creation, you will certainly not feel like giving up this or that. You will simply drop off from secular life as a ripe fruit drops from the branch of a tree. You will feel that the whole world is your home.
Weep not for me. Rather let your tears flow for the sorrows of the multitude. My work is done. Like a ripe fruit I admit the gathering. Death has no terrors for it is a wise law of nature. I am ready whenever the summons may come.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.
Be kind and be truthful and your life will be fruitful.
Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void.
Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
A mother's hardest to forgive. Life is the fruit she longs to hand you Ripe on a plate. And while you live, Relentlessly she understands you.
Truth is a fruit which should not be plucked until it is ripe.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze.
Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.
It is sparkling light, aromatic plants, a lofty palace, a flowing river, ripe fruit, a beautiful wife and abundant clothing, in an eternal abode of radiant joy, in beautiful soundly-constructed high houses.
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
The fruit falls from the tree when it gets ripe.
So wait for the time to come. Do not hurry. Moreover, no one has the right to make others miserable by his foolish acts. Wait, have patience, everything will come right in time.
The mind must become the servant of the intellect, not the slave of the senses.
It must discriminate and detach itself from the body. Like the ripe tamarind fruit, which, becomes loose inside the shell, it must be unattached to this shell, this casement called body.
There is no fruit which is not bitter before it is ripe.
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet
Chronological time is what we measure by clocks and calendars;
it is always linear, orderly, quantifiable, and mechanical. Kairotic time is organic, rhythmic, bodily, leisurely, and aperiodic; it is the inner cadence that brings fruit to ripeness, a woman to childbirth, a man to change the direction of his life.
Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy
Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy;
I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.
The tree of silence bears the fruit of peace.
Books are attracted to me. They make a beeline for me, and stick to me. I have been so fond of them that at last they have begun to reciprocate. In my hands books burst like ripe fruit. Like magic flowers they unfold their petals to show me the vital thought, the suggestive word, the confirming quotation, the decisive illustration.
Several ripe persimmons Left on the branches; Gray clouds come and go.
A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
Be kind and be truthful and you life will be fruitful.
On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered;
Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee, Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree.
God made sun and moon to distinguish the seasons, and day and night;
and we cannot have the fruits of the earth but in their seasons. But God hath made no decrees to distinguish the seasons of His mercies. In Paradise the fruits were ripe the first minute, and in heaven it is always autumn. His mercies are ever in their maturity.
It is better to live under a tree in a jungle inhabited by tigers and elephants, to maintain oneself in such a place with ripe fruits and spring water, to lie down on grass and to wear the ragged barks of trees than to live amongst one's relations when reduced to poverty.
I try to stick to a vegan diet heavy on fruit and vegetables.
Waiting is an art that our impatient age has forgotten.
It wants to break open the ripe fruit when it has hardly finished planting the shoot. But all too often the greedy eyes are only deceived; the fruit that seemed so precious is still green on the inside, and disrespected hands ungratefully toss aside what has so disappointed them.
If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.
Among gardeners, enthusiasm and experience rarely exist in equal measures.
The beginner dreams of home-grown bouquets and baskets of ripe fruit, the veteran of many seasons has learned to expect slugs, mildew, and frost.
Nothing shows one who his friends are like prosperity and ripe fruit.
Men talk about Bible miracles because there is no miracle in their lives.
Cease to gnaw that crust. There is ripe fruit over your head.
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.
Some have paid me an undeserved compliment by supposing that my Letters were the ripe fruit of many years' study in moral and ascetic theology. They forgot that there is an equally reliable, though less creditable, way of learning how temptation works.
There is ripe fruit over your head.
Heaven is the day of which grace is the dawn;
the rich, ripe fruit of which grace is the lovely flower; the inner shrine of that most glorious temple to which grace forms the approach and outer court.
What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head.