Vines Quotes
A red brick Presbyterian church... captured by kudzu vines as surely as a butterfly in a net.
The vine that has been made to bear fruit in the spring, withers and dies before autumn.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?
turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine
Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
Sometimes the taproot and the vines are far apart. Like English and the Asian poem.
A large bare forehead gives a woman a masculine and defying look. The word "effrontery" comes from it. The hair should be brought over such a forehead as vines are trailed over a wall.
No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart
The Moral is that gardeners pine, Whene'er no pods adorn the vine. Of all sad words experience gleans, The saddest are: It might have beans.
The vine that has grown old on an old tree falls with the ruin of that tree, and through that bad companionship must perish with it.
After a war life catches desperately at passing hints of normalcy like vines entwining a hollow twig.
A man must have something to cling to. Without that he is as a pea vine sprawling in search of a trellis.... I was all asprawl, clinging to Beauty, which is a very restless trellis.
The spirit of the year, like bacchant crowned, With lighted torch goes careless on his way; And soon bursts into flame the maple's spray, And vines are running fire along the ground.
Even something as stupid as Vine videos makes you feel like you're making things on your own.
A man makes no noise over a good deed, but passes on to another as a vine to bear grapes again in season.
Everything is here for a purpose, from horses to vine shoots. What's surprising about that? Even the sun will tell you, "I have a purpose," and the other goods as well.
... the vintage of history is forever repeating ~ same old vines, same old wines!
People pretend not to like grapes when the vines are too high for them to reach.
A person does not grow from the ground like a vine or a tree, one is not part of a plot of land. Mankind has legs so it can wander.
I guess it's the same way trees grow around the very vines that are killing them, so they're strangled and sustained all at once. After a long time, even pain can be a comfort.
