The bud disappears when the blossom breaks through, and we might say that the former is refuted by the latter; in the same way when the fruit comes, the blossom may be explained to be a false form of the plant's existence, for the fruit appears as its true nature in place of the blossom.
Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
We should live and labor in our time that what came to us as a seed may go to the next generation as blossom, and what came to us as blossom, may go to them as fruit. This is what we mean by progress.
I am satisfied with, and stand firm as a rock on the belief that all that happens in God's world is for the best, but what is merely germ, what blossom and what fruit I do not know.
We reap what we sow, but nature has love over and above that justice, and gives us shadow and blossom and fruit, that spring from no planting of ours.
The apple blossom exists to create fruit; when that
comes, the petal falls.
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.
That which came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom, and that which came to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.
The light of unconditional love awakens the dormant seed potentials of the soul, helping them ripen, blossom, and bear fruit, allowing us to bring forth the unique gifts that are ours to offer in this life.
People look with sympathetic eyes only at the blossom and the fruit, and disregard the long period of transition during which the one is ripening into the other.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
Apparent failure may hold in its rough shell the germs of a success that will blossom in time, and bear fruit throughout eternity.
A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or fruit are not defective; they are that.
Obedience is the fruit of faith;
patience is the early blossom on the tree of faith.
Boughs have their fruit and blossom
At all times of the year;
Rivers are running over
With red beer and brown beer.