quote by Jose Rizal

No good water comes from a muddy spring. No sweet fruit comes from a bitter seed.

— Jose Rizal

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Sweet fruit quote Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

The spirit of humility is sweeter than honey, and those who nourish themselves with this honey produce sweet fruit.

Be a Gardener. Dig a ditch. Toil and sweat. And turn the earth upside down. And seek the deepness. And water plants in time. Continue this labor. And make sweet floods to run, and noble and abundant fruits to spring. Take this food and drink, and carry it to God as your true worship.

Sweet fruit quote Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong; All seasons sweet, but autumn best of all. The squirrels in their silver fur will fall Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot.

Bitter are the roots of study, but how sweet their fruit.

The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.

Sweet fruit quote Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet

God is the Seed; The Universe is the Tree, Impulses and passions are the branches, Intelligence is the flower, Pure Consciousness is the fruit, Love is the sweetness in the fruit.

I am like a tree in a forest. Birds come to the tree, they sit on its branches and eat its fruits. To the birds, the fruit may be sweet or sour or whatever. The birds say sweet or they say sour, but from the tree's point of view, this is just the chattering of birds.

Patience is a bitter plant that produces sweet fruit.

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

The tree of love its roots hath spread Deep in my heart, and rears its head;

Rich are its fruits: they joy dispense; Transport the heart, and ravish sense. In love's sweet swoon to thee I cleave, Bless'd source of love.

Primates are the only animals on the face of the earth that can taste sweet and see color. We were designed by nature to see, grasp, eat, and enjoy the flavor of colorful, sweet fruits.

Once off the bush The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.

I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot. Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not. -Blackberry picking

My husband is such a healthy eater. Except when it comes to sweets. He never consumes anything except fruit until noon. And then from noon on he might have some brown rice and some tofu, and then, come eight or nine at night, he orders three mud-pie double-chocolate pieces of cake and eats all three of them.

Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather, In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard-seat! And birds and flowers once more to greet, My last year's friends together.

Plant the seeds of Love in your hearts.

Let them grow into trees of Service and shower the sweet fruit of Ananda. Share the Ananda with all. That is the proper way to celebrate the Birthday

The quest for our origin is the sweet fruit's juice which maintains satisfaction in the minds of the philosophers.

I eat a lot of salad, a little meat, and some fruit—that’s all. But I like sweets.

Breakfast is always the best time for something juicy, sweet and fresh - it just feels like the right way to open the day. There's no right way, though, when it comes to choosing the fruit.

This world is a bitter tree, it has only two sweet nectar like fruits - one is soft voice and the other is company of gentlemen.

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

I am disappointed to find myself accused in some papers of supplying the offending sweets, particularly as I am a fruit pastille man.

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.

Repentance is the sweet fruit that comes from faith in the Savior and involves turning toward God and away from sin.

Act is the blossom of thought; and joy and suffering are its fruits; thus does a man garner in the sweet and biter fruitage of his own husbandry

I feel nothing but the accursed happiness I have dreaded all my life long: the happiness that comes as life goes, the happiness of yielding and dreaming instead of resisting and doing, the sweetness of the fruit that is going rotten.

I have known the fruits of strikes. The bitter and the sweet. Hunger and music.

Tis no sin love's fruits to steal; But the sweet thefts to reveal; To be taken, to be seen, These have crimes accounted been.

I eat some fruit every day, but not too much and almost no processed food.

I stay away from sweets, except 80 per cent chocolate.

Such a large sweet fruit is a complete marriage, that it needs a very long summer to ripen in and then a long winter to mellow and season it.

Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;

Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.

Many kinds of fruit grow upon the tree of life, but none so sweet as friendship;

as with the orange tree its blossoms and fruit appear at the same time, full of refreshment for sense and for soul.

When you don't use sugar in your diet, all of the sudden fruits are really sweet. Honey is really sweet. Your taste buds change. I'm not psycho never have anything sweet, because that takes too much energy. The stress on your body just isn't worth it.

The man who remains a fool even in advanced age is really a fool, just as the Indra-Varuna fruit does not become sweet no matter how ripe it might become.

The Admiral says that he never beheld so fair a thing: trees all along the river, beautiful and green, and different from ours, with flowers and fruits each according to their kind, many birds and little birds which sing very sweetly.

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