J. M. Coetzee Quotes

It is like the seed put in the soil - the more one sows, the greater the harvest.

The Empress has been connected with the ideas of universal fecundity and in a general sense with activity.

Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests.

A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.

Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.

Apply yourself both now and in the next life. Without effort, you cannot be prosperous. Though the land be good, You cannot have an abundant crop without cultivation.

Any land will flow with milk and honey if it is worked with honest hands!

Snowy winter, a plentiful harvest.

Today I am born anew and my birthplace is a vineyard where there is fruit for all.

As the farmer casts into the ground the finest ears of his grain, the time will come when we too shall hold nothing back, but shall eagerly convert more than we now possess into means and powers, when we shall be willing to sow the sun and the moon for seeds.

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!

Wine is connected to abundance.

Ireland, in breadth, and for wholesomeness and serenity of climate, far surpasses Britain; for the snow scarcely ever lies there above three days: no man makes hay in the summer for winter's provision, or builds stables for his beasts of burden... the island abounds in milk and honey.

The tree that is beside the running water is fresher and gives more fruit.

This morning's scene is good and fine, Long rain has not harmed the land.

The land is the finest for cultivation that I ever in my life set foot upon. Were our own industrious farmers to settle here, they would soon transform this wilderness into a Paradise where no man need ever go hungry….Never have I beheld such a rich and pleasant land.

Vines will be planted, corn will spring up, a whole growth of new crops; and people will still fall in love in vintages and harvests yet to come. Life is eternal; it is a perpetual renewal of birth and growth.

The miracle of the seed and the soil is not available by affirmation; it is only available by labor.

Industry and patience are the surest means of plenty.

When earth is rich it bids defiance to droughts, yields in abundance and of the best quality.

It’s what you sow that multiplies, not what you keep in the barn.

There must be labor, incessant and constant, if there is to be a harvest.

Fig tree, how long it's been full meaning for me, the way you almost entirely omit to flower and into the seasonably-resolute fruit uncelebratedly thrust your purest secret. Like the tube of a fountain, your bent bough drives the sap downwards and up: and it leaps from its sleep, scarce waking, into the joy of its sweetest achievement.