Yet poetry, though the last and finest result, is a natural fruit. As naturally as the oak bears an acorn, and the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
We are as much strangers in nature, as we are aliens from God. We do not understand the notes of birds. The… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The type of person that might thrive on Vine in a six-second clip might not be the same kind of entertainer who… — Tyler Oakley Copy Share Image
Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights And scents, the fragrance of the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ayahuasca is a brew that's made from the vine, which is the hallucinogenic element. And then there's also this leaf from a… — Larkin Grimm Copy Share Image
My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds… — Karen Russell Copy Share Image
Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies- Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
...the need for a garden of rare palms and vines and ornamental trees and shrubs which would be near enough to a… — David Fairchild Copy Share Image
Humans! They lived in a world where the grass continued to be green and the sun rose every day and flowers regularly… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“Vines catch my arms, my head; we tear through until we break out into the clearing before the fence, the field, the… — Jesmyn Ward Copy Share Image
Walter loves the sea, and I need it in some elemental way that I cannot even come close to verbalizing. I become… — Anne Rivers Siddons Copy Share Image
People got so many questions. Why you got so many questions when my whole life is on the Internet? If you wanna… — Riff Raff Copy Share Image
Adrian Rogers told us as often as he could he took the Bible literally. He illustrated by saying he believed the world… — Adrian Rogers Copy Share Image
This song of mine Is a song of the vine To be sung by the glowing embers Of wayside inns, When the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I think what's happening for me, it's fun to see other things besides Facebook and Twitter take hold. The maturity of Tumblr… — Gary Vaynerchuk Copy Share Image
You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of the clerical militia with which the missiles of the… — Richard de Bury Copy Share Image
Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
May your love be firm, and may your dream of life together be a river between two shores - by day bathed… — James Bertolino Copy Share Image
“... the vintage of history is forever repeating ~ same old vines, same old wines!” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
The vine-stock bears fruit as long as it is attached to its stem; apart from that, no. — Vincent de Paul Copy Share Image
Root of a tree, fruit of a vine, let me pass by this blood of mine. — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image
Real prayer is union with God, a union as vital as that of the vine to the branch.. — Mother Teresa Copy Share Image
Words slip into a language the way white-green vines slide between slats in a fence. — Tim Seibles Copy Share Image
Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strewberries melts On the vine. — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
To happy convents, bosomed deep in vines, Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun. — Rumi Copy Share Image
Philanthropy without scale and sustainability is like any other bad business that will simply wither and die on the vine. — Naveen Jain Copy Share Image
September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This… — Geoffrey Hill Copy Share Image
Blessed the one who meditates on death each day and destroys the base passions lurking in the vines of the heart, for… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
Tell you what I like the best - 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine, -… — James Whitcomb Riley Copy Share Image
The white moth to the closing vine, The bee to the open clover, And the Gypsy blood to the Gypsy blood Ever… — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
“away, stumbling over roots and among vines in the dark, no two plunging in the same direction. A furious blast roared through… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine. — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
There are no letters in the mailbox And there are no grapes upon the vine And there are no chocolates in your… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the woodland vine.… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
I love tearing things out of the ground. I love digging and discarding. I love pruning. In fact, I love pruning so… — Susan Orlean Copy Share Image
A little thorn may cause much suffering. A little cloud may hide the sun. Little foxes spoil the vines; and little sins… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
