Apples Quotes

“How we apples swim.”

“An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”

“Oh! happy are the apples when the south winds blow.”

“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.”

“Apple”

“apple”

“Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye,
But turns to ashes on the lips!”

“There never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.”

“I guess the apple could turn yellow or green, I know there's lots of different nuances to you and to me.”

“Art thou the topmost apple
The gatherers could reach,
Reddening on the bough?
Shall I not take thee?”

“Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore,
All ashes to the taste.”

“The Blossoms and leaves in plenty
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach them,
And with them merrily play.”

“As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.”

“I like to think apples in Maine should be like cheeses in France, where you go 10 miles and you get a whole new cheese. In Maine there should be a different cider and apple in every town or county”

“Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough
A-top on the topmost twig—which the pluckers forgot, somehow—
Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.”

“The apples that grew on the fruit-tree of knowledge
By woman were pluck'd, and she still wears the prize
To tempt us in theatre, senate, or college—
I mean the love-apples that bloom in the eyes.”

“To satisfy the sharp desire I had
Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd
Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once
Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent
Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.”

“After the conquest of Afric, Greece, the lesser Asia, and Syria were brought into Italy all the sorts of their Mala, which we interprete apples, and might signify no more at first: but were afterwards applied to many other foreign fruits.”

“If the apples will not remain on the tree of their own strength, if they are wormeaten at the core, if they are early ripe and disposed to fall, let them fall! I am not for tying or fastening them on the tree in any way, except by nature’s plan, and if they will not stay there, let them fall.”

“And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising out of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer—apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of time's vicissitude.”