Poetry Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay

“The fig tree had dropped its fruit all over the ground. Ripe figs lay in the dust, exploded, bloody, as if the sky had…

— Rupert Thomson

“From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a…

— Sylvia Plath

“The Ripe Fig Now that You live here in my chest, anywhere we sit is a mountaintop. And those other images, which have enchanted…

— Rumi

“When I first saw the sand, I thought it was beautiful. Like maybe it'd be fun to just roll around in and make sand…

— Victoria Scott

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a…

— Sylvia Plath

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. [...] I saw myself sitting in the crotch…

— Sylvia Plath

“Rosemary watched as Fig lay down, dutifully letting Bee clumsily climb and trample all over her like an annoying little sister. Cherry looked on…

— Nadia El-Fassi

“Even with all the walking I do, the sand is building up at the bottom of my hour-glass figure.”

— Marsha Cornelius

“In a place built on sand, hold on to whatever you can.”

— J.C. Gary

“even the unhappiest life has its sunny moments and its little flowers of happiness between sand and stone.”

— Hermann Hesse

“It's decorated with fig leaves and, for some reason, fish. I never look too closely when raiding it; the fish that makes up the…

— Melissa Jensen

“Stupidity is expecting figs in winter, or children in old age.”

— Marcus Aurelius