When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
The seed of God is in us: Pear seeds grow into pear trees; Hazel seeds into hazel trees; And God seeds into God.
No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.
A pear is a failed apple.
Feelings come and go, unless you don't feel them. Then they stay, and hurt, and grow pear-shaped and weird.
Pears like I prayed all the time, 'bout my work, everywhere, I prayed an' groaned to the Lord.
As was the custom in such cases, the pear tree was charged with murder and sentenced to be uprooted and burned.
Pear Drops were exciting because they had a dangerous taste. All of us were warned against eating them, and the result was that we ate them more than ever.
He ate a pear. It was a hard one. It fought back against his grinding teeth. It snapped in juicy protest.
Pears cannot ripen alone. So we ripened together.
there was not a tree on the place, only the horrible prickly pear bushes thrusting out their distorted arms as if exulting in their own nakedness.
You should go to a pear tree for pears, not to an elm.
'My Life' is soft, with notes of pear and gardenia, but still bold, with a woody base.
Pears are my favorite fruit! Reminds me of childhood.
All genuine knowledge originates in direct experience.
The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
I could peel you like a pear and god himself would see the justice in it.
If music is frozen architecture, then the potpourri is frozen coffee-table gossip. . . Potpourri is the art of adding apples to pears.
In the same [hospitable] manner that a Calabrian would press you to eat his pears.
Whatever you do, do it gently and unhurriedly, because virtue is not a pear to be eaten in one bite.
