America's workers face a battle for their jobs. They are the finest workers in the world. American workers grow, harvest, and mine some of the world's highest quality and most plentiful raw materials.
Harriet Tubman lived to see the harvest.
I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap.
Although computer chips now are thinner, they're more powerful, they're not as reliable. You'd harvest computer chips from the 1980s from all around the world because they're reliable.
The frost which kills the harvest of a year saves the harvest of a century, by destroying the weevil or the locust.
Your character is the harvest of your habits.
Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.
For this is what America is all about. It is the uncrossed desert and the unclimbed ridge. It is the star that is not reached and the harvest that is sleeping in the unplowed ground.
Even after a bad harvest there must be sowing.
There are two kinds of filmmaking: Hitchcock's (the film is complete in the director's mind) and Coppola's (which thrives on process). For Hitchcock, any variation from the complete internal idea is seen as a defect. The perfection already exists. Coppola's approach is to harvest the random elements that the process throws up, things that were not in his mind when he began.
The law of the harvest is inexorable (impossible to stop or prevent). As we sow, so shall we reap.
I say to you: Make perfect your will. I say: take no thought of the harvest, But only of proper sowing.
The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe. [Ger. , Ein tag der Gunst ist wie ein Tag der Ernte, Man muss geschaftig sein sobald sie reift. ]
If you don't sow your field what harvest other than thorns and weeds can you anticipate?
Each day of my life I am sowing seeds that one day I will harvest.
Snowy winter, a plentiful harvest.
Everything you do is a seed that you sow. Seed bad, harvest bad. Seed good, harvest good. And the list goes on and on.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
Nature herself does not distinguish between what seed it receives. It grows whatever seed is planted; this is the way life works. Be mindful of the seeds you plant today, as they will become the crop you harvest.
The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening.