Flax Quotes
Here we grow the flax and grain; here we raise the meat they eat, and the wool to keep them warm; we cut trees to build their houses and firewood to heat their stoves.
There are seaons when our passions have slept so long that we know not whether they still exist in us. So does flax forget that it is combustible when the fire is away from it.
The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.
if have got my spindle and my distaff ready--my pen and mind--never doubting for an instant that God will send me flax.
Many men and women spend their lives in unsuccessful attempts to spin the flax God sends them upon a wheel they can never use.
Concurring hands divide flax for damask that when bleached by Irish weather has the silvered chamois-leather water-tightness of a skin.