Pears Quote by Horace Download Open image “In the same [hospitable] manner that a Calabrian would press you to eat his pears.” — Horace ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Pears Presses
He ate a pear. It was a hard one. It fought back against his grinding teeth. It snapped in juicy protest. — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“Pears can just fuck off too. 'Cause they're gorgeous little beasts, but they're ripe for half an hour, and you're never there. They're like… — Eddie Izzard Copy Share Image
“I slip into the seat behind hers and take a mouthful of the coffee, wincing at the heat. “Apologies. I neglected to eat supper.”… — Pierce Brown Copy Share Image
“In the kitchen he ate a pear. It occurred to him that, though he had eaten hundreds of pears in the past, if not… — Amelia Gray Copy Share Image
“He was going to enjoy pressing his little scheming hostess into improprieties she'd not soon forget. He didn't need a storm to make his… — Karen Hawkins Copy Share Image
“At all times a heavy ceramic casserole would sit on a pale blue Aga, so should people drop in unexpectedly, I could wander out… — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
“He walked to Brooks’s, intending to drink a glass of port, eat a joint of beef, and read the Times. But even at his… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
“TERROIR. I looked it up in The World Atlas of Wine in the manager’s office. The definition was people talking around it without identifying… — Stephanie Danler Copy Share Image
“The poulterers' shops were still half open, and the fruiterers' were radiant in their glory. There were great, round, pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“They drove up Third Avenue so that they might see the famous Stuyvesant pear tree on the corner of Thirteenth Street. Again for the… — Anya Seton Copy Share Image
In 'A Bone in the Throat,' he describes his protagonist and alter ego, the cook Tommy Pagano, as 'darker, and not as tall as… — Sarah Weinman Copy Share Image
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us… — Horace Copy Share Image
“Finxerunt animi, raro et perpauca loquentis. (To action little, less to words inclinded.)” — Horace Copy Share Image
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water. — Horace Copy Share Image
Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind. — Horace Copy Share Image
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.] — Horace Copy Share Image
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is a sweet and becoming thing to die for ones country. — Horace Copy Share Image
Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' shelves permit ordinary poets to exist. [Lat., Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae.] — Horace Copy Share Image
Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments. — Horace Copy Share Image
Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted… — Horace Copy Share Image
“You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she still will hurry back.” — Horace Copy Share Image
A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost… — Rebecca Wells Copy Share Image
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But now the theory goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
The first idea, the first art piece I ever did, was when I was four. I cut the seed of a pear in half… — Yoko Ono Copy Share Image
After 19 years of experimenting, a thousand mistakes, over 400 books, at least 200 bad diets... and a partridge in a pear tree, I… — Marilu Henner Copy Share Image
I could peel you like a pear and god himself would see the justice in it. — Katharine Hepburn Copy Share Image
The desert seems to be a brown wasteland of dry, prickly scrub whose only purpose is to serve as a setting for the majestic… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
If music is frozen architecture, then the potpourri is frozen coffee-table gossip... Potpourri is the art of adding apples to pears… — Arnold Schoenberg Copy Share Image
I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I’m a cloud, congealed around a central… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and… — Yann Martel Copy Share Image
A pear-tree planted nigh: 'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show, And hung with dangling pears was every bough. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
The raw fruits of the earth were made for human sustenance. Even the white tails of rabbits, according to some theologians, have a purpose,… — Bertrand Russell Copy Share Image