A Quote by Paula D'Arcy
Truth has to fall on fertile soil.
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Our bodies are garbage heaps: we collect experience, and from the decomposition of the thrown-out eggshells, spinach leaves, coffee grinds, and old steak bones out of our minds come nitrogen, heat, and very fertile soil. Out of this fertile soil bloom our poems and stories. But this does not come all at once. It takes time. Continue to turn over and over the organic details of your life until some of them fall through the garbage of discursive thoughts to the solid ground of black soil.
Talent is like a seed which needs fertile soil. There is no less talent now, there is less fertile soil to nourish it.
Tilling the fertile soil of man's vanity.
Complicated feelings are fertile soil for creative ideas.
Dogmatism spreads its roots in the fertile soil of uncertainty.
A fertile soil alone does not carry agriculture to perfection.
The mountains are fountains not only of rivers and fertile soil, but of men.
Faith grows when it is planted in the fertile soil of God's Word.
A people that has experienced all that the Germans have been through, naturally offers fertile soil for the extremists.
Personal relationships are the fertile soil from which all advancement, all success, all achievement in real life grows.
The richest genius, like the most fertile soil, when uncultivated, shoots up into the rankest weeds.
Untilled soil, however fertile it may be, will bear thistles and thorns; so it is with man's mind.
Who can justly measure the righteous influence of a mother's love? What enduring fruits result from the seeds of truth that a mother carefully plants and lovingly cultivates in the fertile soil of a child's trusting mind and heart? As a mother, you have been given divine instincts to help you sense your child's special talents and unique capacities.
It is when their age of passions is past that great men produce their masterpieces, just as it is after volcanic eruptions that the soil is most fertile.
Over the millennia the seed of stories planted in the fertile soil of bits and scraps of facts was watered by wishes and began to take root and grow. Eventually, a bountiful fruit of rumors burst forth, to be spread on the wind of whispers that said we hid a fabled hoard of gold. Nothing could convince the believers that it was not true. The truth does not glitter for these people like gold does.
Gratitude. More aware of what you have than what you don't. Recognizing the treasure in the simple - a child's hug, fertile soil, a golden sunset. Relishing in the comfort of the common.
