Ripe Fruit Quotes

Ripe Fruit Quote of the day

To use bitter words, when kind words are at hand, Is like picking unripe fruit when the ripe fruit is there.

Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

There is no fruit which is not bitter before it is ripe.

Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy

Depart from the highway, and transplant thyself in some enclosed ground; for it is hard for a tree that stands by the wayside to keep her fruit till it be ripe.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.

But I think it's a little different in Europe, because 40 is really the best age for a woman. That's when we hit our peak and become this ripe fruit.

Men talk about Bible miracles because there is no miracle in their lives. Cease to gnaw that crust. There is ripe fruit over your head.

Nothing shows one who his friends are like prosperity and ripe fruit.

Widows, like ripe fruit, drop easily from their perch.

You want hot days to get your fruit ripe but then you want it to cool off nicely at night so that the grapes stay on the vine longer and develop complexity.

There is ripe fruit over your head.

My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.

A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.

True love is the ripe fruit of a lifetime.

Poetry relishes ripe fruit - but ripe is one thing and overripe quite another. That's something poetry doesn't like, so it couldn't care less if I were to fall overripe to the ground.

Gemma~Was he really looking at me that way? Kartik~What way? Gemma~Like a piece of ripe fruit? Katrik~You'd best be on your guard with him.

Educational reforms are like ripe fruit. They rarely travel well.

Here is a hero who did nothing but shake the tree as soon as the fruit was ripe. Does this seem to be too small a thing to you? Then take a good look at the tree he shook.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened. We shall all end like them—just a stain in the snow.