To happy convents, bosomed deep in vines, Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines.
Happiness is a vine that takes root and grows within the heart, never outside it.
Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.
Vines and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters.
Mexico admits you through an arched stone orifice into the tree-filled courtyard of its heart, where a dog pisses against a wall and a waiter hustles through a curtain of jasmine to bring a bowl of tortilla soup, steaming with cilantro and lime. Cats stalk lizards among the clay pots around the fountain, doves settle into the flowering vines and coo their prayers, thankful for the existence of lizards. The potted plants silently exhale, outgrowing their clay pots. Like Mexico's children they stand pinched and patient in last year's too-small shoes.
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?
This policeman came up to me with a pencil and a piece of very thin paper. He said, "I want you to trace someone for me. "
Don't let go of the vine.
Even something as stupid as Vine videos makes you feel like you're making things on your own.
Dr. Johnson. . . sometimes employed himself in chymistry, sometimes in watering and pruning a vine, and sometimes in small experiments, at which those who may smile, should recollect that there are moments which admit of being soothed only by trifles.
The peoples of the Mediterranean began to emerge from barbarism when they learned to cultivate the olive and the vine.
Critics must excuse me if I compare them to certain animals called asses, who, by gnawing vines, originally taught the great advantage of pruning them.
Plant no other tree before the vine.
Plant no tree sooner than the vine.
After a war life catches desperately at passing hints of normalcy like vines entwining a hollow twig.
Upon your shattered ruins where This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble.
Hot dogs and Red Vines and potato chips and French fries are my favorite foods.
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.
A man makes no noise over a good deed, but passes on to another as a vine to bear grapes again in season.