I'm not trying to be a different weight. I want to be a different body type so that I'm not an apple. I just want to be a pear!
'My Life' is soft, with notes of pear and gardenia, but still bold, with a woody base.
The jelly - the jam and the marmalade, And the cherry-and quince-'preserves' she made! And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear, With cinnamon in 'em, and all things rare! And the more we ate was the more to spare, Out to old Aunt Mary's! Ah!
Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
A pear is a failed apple.
In London I had pear trees in my back garden, so I'd make my own pear and green tomato chutney.
A pear tree is blooming, by a collapsed house, on an old battlefield.
The seed of God is in us. Given an intelligent and hard-working farmer, it will thrive and grow up to God, whose seed it is; and accordingly its fruits will be God-nature. Pear seeds grow into pear trees, nut seeds into nut trees, and God-seed into God.
I put it (a still life of a pear, made by Manet, ed. ) there (on the wall, next to Ingres' Jupiter, ed. ), for a pear like that would overthrow any god.
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose.
I have an apple that thinks its a pear. And a bun that thinks it’s a cat. And a lettuce that thinks its a lettuce. " "It’s a clever lettuce, then. " "Hardly," she said with a delicate snort. "Why would anything clever think it’s a lettuce?" "Even if it is a lettuce?" I asked. "Especially then," she said. "Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.
The painting showed a hairless, oppressed creature with a head like an inverted pear, its hands clapped in horror to its ears, its mouth open in a vast, soundless scream. Twisted ripples of the creature's torment, echoes of its cry, flooded out into the air surrounding it; the man or woman, whichever it was, had become contained by its own howl. It had covered its ears against its own sound. The creature stood on a bridge and no one else was present; the creature screamed in isolation. Cut off by - or despite - its outcry.
He ate a pear. It was a hard one. It fought back against his grinding teeth. It snapped in juicy protest.
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
If you want to know the taste of a pear, you must change the pear by eating it.
old pear tree starlings announce harvest time
