A Quote by Wallace Thurman

We are mere journeymen, planting seeds for someone else to harvest. — © Wallace Thurman
We are mere journeymen, planting seeds for someone else to harvest.
I did it all, man. My father worked with planting, leasing the land and planting corn and beans, things like that. My brother and I helped to harvest. At the time of planting, we would go along too. I think that made me become the woman I am today, strong and focused.
If you go to Italy and you drive from the airport to the town, there isn't 30 square feet that isn't planted by someone. Even next to the train tracks, they see the joy of the interaction with the planet as integral to the experience. The idea that you can get free arugula just by planting seeds... because it will regrow itself the next year. We've come a long way from foraging to now planting. The next step of that will be continuing that expansion of planting and really owning the crops.
Your thoughts are seeds, and the harvest you reap will depend on the seeds you plant.
I grew up on a farm. We learned that there was a season to plant, a season to water, and season to harvest. The planting and watering could be laborious, but without those stages, there would never be a harvest.
The world is like a fertile field that's waiting to be harvested. The seeds have been planted, and what I do is go out and help plant more seeds and harvest them.
Even where the land was more receptive, settlers soon learned to take some precautions before planting their vegetables. Maize and pumpkin seeds were soaked in water for several days and then blackened with tar before planting - the most effective way to deter rats, mice and birds.
I always encourage authors (especially new authors) to be as generous as we are blessed. For one thing, it is a way to help people. For another, it is a seed one is planting for the life of the book. Someone gave it to someone who gave it to someone else.
The slacker does not plow during planting season; at harvest time he looks, and there is nothing.
Think of your mind, your emotions, and your spirit as the ultimate garden. The way to ensure a bountiful, nourishing harvest is to plant seeds like love, warmth, and appreciation, instead of seeds like disappointment, anger, and fear.
The only way to cultivate a quiet mind is by planting seeds of silence.
Practice is not about how you feel while you are doing it. You are planting seeds.
I will waste not even a precious second today in anger or hate or jealousy or selfishness. I know that the seeds I sow I will harvest, because every action, good or bad, is always followed by an equal reaction. I will plant only good seeds this day.
At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear; I reap the harvest of the rest of the year's planting
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
Creating the record is like digging up the earth, planting your seeds and waiting to see what happens.
I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap.
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