Quotes about Harvest

In the checkered area of human experience the seasons are all mingled as in the golden age: fruit and blossom hang together; in the same moment the sickle is reaping and the seed is sprinkled; one tends the green cluster and another treads the winepress. Nay, in each of our lives harvest and spring-time are continually one, until himself gathers us and sows us anew in his invisible fields.

The good husbandman may pluck His roses and gather in His liles at midsummer, and, for ought I dare say, in the beginning of the first summer month; and He may transplant young trees out of the lower ground to the higher, where they have more of the sun, and a more free air, at any season of the year. What is that to you or me? The goods are his own.

dare avouch46 to all that know God, that the saints know not the length and largeness of the sweet earnest,47 and of the sweet green sheaves before the harvest, that might be had on this side of the water, if we should take more pains: and that we all go to heaven with less earnest and lighter purses of the hoped for sum than otherwise we might do, if we took more pains to win further in upon Christ in this pilgrimage of our absence from Him.

Suffering times are a Christian's harvest time.

The happiest people are those who have harvested their time in others. The unhappiest people are those who wonder how the world is going to make them happy.

Each prayer is like a seed that gets planted in the ground. It disappears for a season, but it eventually bears fruit that blesses future generations. In fact, our prayers bear fruit forever.

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once moreYe myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.

Talk unbelief, and you will have unbelief; but talk faith, and you will have faith. According to the seed sown will be the harvest.

If we say it long enough eventually we're going to reap a harvest. We're going to get exactly what we're saying.

Racism and injustice and violence sweep our world, bringing a tragic harvest of heartache and death.

There was a great satisfaction to be found in the food which we need and obtain by our own hand.

Untilled ground, however rich, will bring forth thistles and thorns; so also the mind of man.