I am sure that in the story of Adam and Eve, the forbidden fruit was a fig and not an apple, pear or anything else.
I wake up early in the morning and the first thing I have is almonds soaked overnight, with walnuts and raisins. Then I have one fruit - apple or pear.
If you want to know the taste of a pear, you must change the pear by eating it.
In London I had pear trees in my back garden, so I'd make my own pear and green tomato chutney.
Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark.
It is commonly said by farmers, that a good pear or apple costs no more time or pains to rear, than a poor one; so I would have no work of art, no speech, or action, or thought, or friend, but the best.
I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable.
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!
Oh, I don't think religion has failed. It's man who has failed. Christ hasn't failed. The Gospel hasn't failed. The teachings of God have not failed.
We complain and complain, but we have lived and seen the blossom -apple, pear, cherry, plum, almond blossom - in the sun; and the best among us cannot pretend they deserve - or could contrive - anything better.
I put it [picture "A still life of a pear" by Edouard Manet] there [on the wall, next to the picture "Jupiter and Thetis" by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres], for a pear like that would overthrow any god.
His pear-shaped head, I could now see, was situated on top of a pear-shaped body, which his black gown caused to resemble a piece of fruit going to a funeral.
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 failed at the biggest things there are in life. I failed in my health, I failed in my marriage, I failed in everything, and I've picked myself up and gone on.
Armenag Saroyan was the failed poet, the failed Presbyterian preacher, the failed American, the failed theological student.
A startup is literally just a series of unfortunate events where you failed, failed, failed, and failed until you succeed.