Ripe Apple Quotes & Sayings

I like watching you scared; you just look like a ripe apple — M.F. Moonzajer

I thought I knew everything. There's the challenge fate loves best, isn't it? I was ripe for a fall and so ... the apple. — Megan Chance

As an apple is not in any proper sense an apple until it is ripe, so a human being is not in any proper sense a human being until he is educated. — Horace Mann

Why does an apple fall when it is ripe? Is it brought down by the force of gravity? Is it because its stalk withers? Because it is dried by the sun, because it grows too heavy, or because the boy standing under the tree wants to eat it? None of these is the cause ... Every action of theirs, that seems to them an act of their own freewill is in the historical sense not free at all but is bound up with the whole course of history and preordained from all eternity. — Leo Tolstoy

How did she do this to him, turn him into this grasping male animal? Did her pussy have some kind of chemical allure his body was powerless to withstand? "Fuck. — Eve Dangerfield

My mother is Ukrainian. She immigrated to the U.S. from Canada as a child. — Bob Schaffer

Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy — Maggie Stiefvater

The world is ripe, and we'll pluck it like an apple from a tree. — Ron Rash

The ripe apple falls, it doesn't know what else to do. — Marty Rubin

I just started a business called HDNet. There never is one area that has a door open to everyone. Try to find an area with something you love to do and do it. It's a lot easier to work hard and prepare when you love what you are doing. — Mark Cuban

Neither's the one you get, less you want me to see if your apple's ripe, yet. - Yoren — George R R Martin

The revolution is not an apple that falls when ripe. You have to make it fall. — Ernesto Che Guevara

Christianity is either relevant all the time or useless anytime. It is not just a phase of life; it is life itself. — Richard Halverson

Men are apt to mistake the strength of their feeling for the strength of their argument. The heated mind resents the chill touch and relentless scrutiny of logic. — William Ewart Gladstone

Successful generals make plans to fit circumstances, but do not try to create circumstances to fit plans. — George S. Patton

It is one of life's laws that as soon as one door closes another opens. But the tragedy is we look at the closed door and disregard the open one. — Andre Gide

If an apple blossom or a ripe apple could tell its own story, it would be, still more than its own, the story of the sunshine that smiled upon it, of the winds that whispered to it, of the birds that sang around it, of the storms that visited it, and of the motherly tree that held it and fed it until its petals were unfolded and its form developed. — Lucy Larcom

The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze. — John Updike

She laughed at the stars, frightened but free, her terror as sharp as pain and as sweet as a ripe October apple — Stephen King

The saucy Miss Tottenham slipped the strawberry into her delectable mouth, all the while looking at Cyrus. His thigh muscles tensed inside the velvet prison of his breeches. Hot pleasure shot through his body at the sight of the red berry slipping through her lips. Adding to his misery, a spurt of juice from the tender morsel painted her bottom lip red. He nearly groaned.
Tradition named the apple as the fruit of man's downfall, but tonight he'd argue mightily for the dangers of a ripe strawberry on a certain woman's lips. — Gina Conkle

as if a round apple presented itself to my hand, a ripe, golden apple with a soft, cool, velvety skin - thus the world presented itself to me -
as if a tree nodded to me, a wide-branching, strong-willed tree, bent for reclining and as a footstool for the way-weary: thus the world stood upon my headland -
as if tender hands brought me a casket - a casket open for the delight of modest, adoring eyes: thus the world presented himself before me today -
not so enigmatic as to frighten away human love, not so explicit as to put to sleep human wisdom - a good, human thing was the world to me today, this world of which so many evil things are said! — Friedrich Nietzsche

One more such victory and we are undone. — Pyrrhus Of Epirus

The woman, who belonged to the courtesan class, was celebrated for an embonpoint unusual for her age, which had earned for her the sobriquet of "Boule de Suif" (Tallow Ball). Short and round, fat as a pig, with puffy fingers constricted at the joints, looking like rows of short sausages; with a shiny, tightly-stretched skin and an enormous bust filling out the bodice of her dress, she was yet attractive and much sought after, owing to her fresh and pleasing appearance. Her face was like a crimson apple, a peony-bud just bursting into bloom; she had two magnificent dark eyes, fringed with thick, heavy lashes, which cast a shadow into their depths; her mouth was small, ripe, kissable, and was furnished with the tiniest of white teeth. — Guy De Maupassant