A Quote by Christina Milian

I do love pears. All types of pears. Not too firm, not too soft; they have to be at the right time of their life. — © Christina Milian
I do love pears. All types of pears. Not too firm, not too soft; they have to be at the right time of their life.
All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.
I love pears. Most definitely - it's a fact.
Here was a thing that would grow old; here was a thing that would turn beautiful and lose that beauty, that would inherit the grace but also the bad ear and flawed figure of her mother, that would smile too much and squint too often and spend the last decades of her life creaming away the wrinkles made in youth until she finally gave up and wore a collar of pears to hide a wattle; here was the ordinary sadness of the world.
The raw fruits of the earth were made for human sustenance. Even the white tails of rabbits, according to some theologians, have a purpose, namely to make it easier for sportsmen to shoot them. There are, it is true, some inconveniences: lions and tigers are too fierce, the summer is too hot, and the winter too cold. But these things only began after Adam ate the apple; I before that, all animals were vegetarians, and the season was always spring. If only Adam had been content with peaches and nectarines, grapes and pears and pineapples, these blessings would still be ours.
'Pears like I prayed all the time, 'bout my work, everywhere, I prayed an' groaned to the Lord.
Pears like I prayed all the time, 'bout my work, everywhere, I prayed an' groaned to the Lord.
I was feeling well enough to eat the pears.
Life is too short for any vain regretting... Between the swift sun's rising and its setting, we have no time for useless tears or fretting, life is too short.... Time is the best avenger if we wait, the years speed by, and on their wings bear healing, life is too short for aught but high endeavor-too short for spite, but long enough for love. And love lives on forever and forever.
No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.
Pears are my favorite fruit! Reminds me of childhood.
You should go to a pear tree for pears, not to an elm.
Pears cannot ripen alone. So we ripened together.
The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch tv too much. We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living but not a life. We've added years to life, not life to years.
Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
In the same [hospitable] manner that a Calabrian would press you to eat his pears.
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