A charitable man is like an apple tree-he gives his fruit…

The tree that is beside the running water is fresher and gives more fruit.

— Anonymous

My dad provided me with a great way of life, and he was very charitable man.

— Jason Bonham

I have somewhere met with the epitaph on a charitable man which has pleased me very much. I cannot recollect the words, but here…

— Joseph Addison

I require silence to write the way an apple tree requires winter to make fruit. Being with people is intimate and joyous, but at…

— Jane Hirshfield

Martin Luther was asked, what would you do if tomorrow the world would come to an end, and he said, 'I would plant an…

— Werner Herzog

Life rises out of death, death rises out of life; in being opposite they yearn to each other, they give birth to each other…

— Ursula K. Le Guin

You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.

— Louise Erdrich

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.

— William Blake

The farther north you go, the fewer fruits and vegetables there are. What kind of apple trees do you suggest the Inuit get their…

— Margaret Atwood

She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an…

— David Wroblewski

Jacob wrote that the true poet 'is like a man who is happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he is allowed to look at…

— Anonymous

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt…

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent…

— Christina Rossetti

A comely sight indeed it is to see, a world of blossoms on an apple tree.

— John Bunyan

Fortunately, like most children, I had learned what is most valuable, most indispensable for life before school years began, taught by apple trees, by…

— Hermann Hesse