For we are like olives: only when we are crushed do we…

He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves.

— Michael Ondaatje

Just as oil is present in every part of the olive, so love permeates every part of creation.

— Paramahansa Yogananda

Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing pine,the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar never dry,…

— Edmund Spenser

[W]ar is a question, under our constitution, not of Executive, but of Legislative cognizance. It belongs to Congress to say whether the Nation shall…

— Alexander Hamilton

Mark how fleeting and paltry is the estate of man-yesterday in embryo, tomorrow a mummy or ashes. So for the hairsbreadth of time assigned…

— Marcus Aurelius

I've always wanted to have a Greek sitcom called Olive Lucy.

— Zach Galifianakis

Were floods of tears to be unloosed In tribute to my grief, The doves of Noah ne'er had roost Nor found an olive-leaf.

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

Home-made bread rubbed with garlic and sprinkled with olive oil, shared-with a flask of wine-between working people, can be more convivial than any feast.

— Patience Gray

In this way, his unhappy soul struggled with its anguish. Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being, in whom all the…

— Victor Hugo

If we got an educational program going, we could tell people, "Instead of butter, use avocado." That's something we eat, it has the good…

— Sandra Cisneros

“He knows his olive trees better than he knows his children.”

— Rebecca Helm-Ropelato

I am grateful for what I call well-spent moments: Making a tuna fish sandwich with the works. Taking at least a half hour to…

— Sarah Ban Breathnach

The fact of the matter is I always have a really high sense of responsibility to the reader, whether it's a few readers that…

— Elizabeth Strout

I do a chimichurri sauce with garlic, parsley, olive oil, and red and black pepper. You just mince the garlic and the parsley and…

— Julie Gonzalo

Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know, Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?

— William Shakespeare