Behind the man is the Tree of Life, bearing twelve fruits, and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is behind the woman; the serpent is twining round it.

We live on the brink of disaster because we do not know how to let life alone. We do not respect the living and fruitful contradictions and paradoxes of which true life is full

All that shimmers on the surface of the world, all that we call interesting, is the fruit of ignorance and inebriation.

Negation is the mind’s first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.

Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you

I think if I keep working in the way that I am, from the heart and from passion and with love, well, the fruits of that will keep coming

In ‘Changeling,’ I tried to show something you’d never see nowadays – a kid sitting and looking at the radio. Just sitting in front of the radio and listening. Your mind does the rest.

I see a thousand varieties of fruits, but none do I know the name of. I will carry them to home.

All right, they’re on our left, they’re on our right, they’re in front of us, they’re behind us… they can’t get away this time.

Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.

Why is it that some Christians, although they hear many sermons, make but slow advances in the divine life? Because they neglect their closets, and do not thoughtfully meditate on God’s Word. They love the wheat, but they do not grind it; they would have the corn, but they will not go forth into the fields to gather it; the fruit hangs upon the tree, but they will not pluck it; the water flows at their feet, but they will not stoop to drink it.

Patience is a bitter plant that produces sweet fruit.

To be practical, any plan must take account of the enemy’s power to frustrate it.

Remembrance is the only paradise out of which we cannot be driven away. Pleasure is the flower that fades, remembrance is the lasting perfume. Remembrances last longer than present realities; I have preserved blossoms for many years, but never fruits.

When the root is strong, the fruit is sweet

I believe that we should own the fruits of our labor and the assets of our creations.

The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

The feeling of being interested can act as a kind of neurological signal, directing us to fruitful areas of inquiry.

Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found

Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet

Most mornings I’m up to see the sun, and that rising of the light moves me very much, and I’m used to thinking and feeling in words, so it sort of just happens. I think one thing is that prayer has become more useful, interesting, fruitful, and … almost involuntary in my life,” she says. “And when I talk about prayer, I mean really … what Rumi says in that wonderful line, ‘there are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.