Unripened Quotes & Sayings

Against the censurers of brevity. - Something said briefly can be the fruit of much long thought: but the reader who is a novice in this field, and has as yet reflected on it not at all, sees in everything said briefly something embryonic, not without censuring the author for having served him up such immature and unripened fare. — Friedrich Nietzsche

His largeness lorded over his chair like a giant unripened pumpkin rolling onto an egg cup. — Jack Flanagan

Now, if your boss is a sadist, then you have a big problem. In that case, fire your boss and get a new job. — Donald Trump

The first pale blossom of the unripened year. — Anna Letitia Barbauld

When it comes to family, everything gets personal. — Waheed Ibne Musa

The only person who needs to be concerned about the story of you is you. — Miguel Ruiz

Oh, my, god, we are in a killing room. This is just like an episode of Dexter! They are going to murder us! Mia exclaimed as she started to cry. — Andrea Heltsley

You're always fighting the contradiction between the supposed intimacy of a two-person conversation and the blunt reality that you're trying to sell the play to people who are sitting maybe too far away from you. — Wallace Shawn

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.
Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.
While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart. — Sylvia Plath

I'm quite shocked and have been for quite a while as for the way people are treating each other. That's why I go out and I speak for the hungry, and if I see somebody needs a hug during the day, I'll go and give them a hug, and I think we should all use a little bit more of that. — Kelly LeBrock

I'm like a backward berry, Unripened on the vine, For all my friends are fifty, And I'm only forty-nine. — Ogden Nash

I was sitting on the couch in the living room, pouring through an old sci-fi novel I'd found in one of the ruins, and I could hear the water bubbling as he cooked. The spaghetti smelled good, but I knew he'd probably put something crazy in it like popcorn or marshmallows, so I ignored my rumbling belly. — Ash Gray