Perishable Agricultural Commodities Quotes & Sayings

In nature there is beauty, breathtaking beauty of love, joy, and happiness to fill our heart with joy. — Debasish Mridha

Funny, isn't it, how your whole life goes by while you think you're only planning the way you're going to live it? — Edna Ferber

Whence it is somewhat strange that any men from so mean and silly a practice should expect commendation, or that any should afford regard thereto; the which it is so far from meriting, that indeed contempt and abhorrence are due to it. — Isaac Barrow

Polarization affects families and groups of friends. Its a paralyzing situation. A civil war of opinion. — Mick Jagger

I got used to birds: small black birds flying up from behind a building like God had tossed up a handful of currants, birds squalling in the parking lot of the grocery store (drowning the hum of industrial refrigerators), chachalacas -brown robed nuns to the spangled disco dancer peacocks - cackling in the dust of our yard. I got used to the chatters, squeaks, squalls, peeps, calls that sounded like bitter laughter, whistles, flutes, calls that sounded like souls ascending to heaven. I got used to dust and flatness, to sunsets like pink water pouring from the sky, flooding the earth with orange soda. I got used to wind: the hot, cruel wind of afternoon, the merciful magnolia breeze of night. I got used to it. But then I had to go. — Kathleen Founds

I do not consider the AK to be the best-ever assault rifle. — Mikhail Kalashnikov

But who knows why a man, though suffering, clings, above all the other well members, to the arm or leg which he knows must come off? — William Faulkner

What more can I say: born beneath light bulbs, interrupted my growth at the age of three, was given a drum, sangshattered glass, smelled vanilla, coughed in churches, stuffed Luzie with food, watched ants as they crawled, decided to grow, buried the drum, moved to the West, lost what was East, learned to carve stone and posed as a model, went back to my drum and inspected concrete, made money and cared for the finger, gave the finger away and fled as I laughed, ascended, arrested, convicted, confined, now soon to be freed, and today is my birthday, I'm thirty years old, and still as afraid of the Black Cook as ever - Amen. — Gunter Grass

When you begin to run after miracles you devalue yourself. — Sunday Adelaja