Gourds Quotes

• I doubt if a single individual could be found from the whole of mankind free from some form of insanity. The only difference is one of degree. A man who sees a gourd and takes it for his wife is called insane because this happens to very few people.

  Desiderius Erasmus

  Men, Differences, People

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• The party in power, like Jonah's gourd, grew up quickly, and will quickly fall.

  Davy Crockett

  Party, Fall, Pumpkin

  "David Crockett: The Man and the Legend". Book by James Atkins Shackford, p. 107, 1994.

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• when a gourd is hollowed out it becomes empty and is of great use to the world because of its emptiness.

  Dorothy Gilman

  Use, World, Emptiness

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• As naturally as the oak bears an acorn and the vine a gourd, man bears a poem, either spoken or done.

  Henry David Thoreau

  Men, Vines, Done

  Henry David Thoreau (1873). “A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers”, p.99

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• Do not be small minded. Do not pray for gourds and pumpkins from God, when you should be asking for pure love and pure knowledge to dawn within every heart.

  Ramakrishna

  Love, Heart, Dawn

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• Beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.

  Janet Fitch

  Prayer, Eye, Orange

  Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.222, Hachette UK

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• Like Jonah, you may lose your gourd, but you cannot lose your God.

  Charles Spurgeon

  May, Jonah, Loses

  Spurgeon, Charles H. “The Complete Works of C. H. Spurgeon, Volume 59: Sermons 3335-3386”, Delmarva Publications, Inc.

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• The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats. Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.

  Ray Bradbury

  Cat, Cutting, Night

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• Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

  Charlotte Bronte

  Spring, Night, True Friendship

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• Yet poetry, though the last and finest result, is a natural fruit. As naturally as the oak bears an acorn, and the vine a gourd, man bears a poem, either spoken or done. It is the chief and most memorable success, for history is but a prose narrative of poetic deeds.

  Henry David Thoreau

  Memorable, Men, Poetry

  Henry David Thoreau (1873). “A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers”, p.99

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• Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.

  John Keats

  Fall, Autumn, Fruit Trees

  "To Autumn" l. 1 (1820)

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• How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its teeth were bad, its hair gray and unkempt. While beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.

  Janet Fitch

  Prayer, Eye, Hair

  Janet Fitch (2013). “White Oleander”, p.222, Hachette UK

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• The sun has blessed you," Sarita used to say. "Look how he has left his kisses on your face for all to see and be jealous." "The sun loves you more," I said, rubbing my hands over her dry arms, the color of an aged wine gourd, and she laughed. But this is not India and we are not prized for our freckles here. The sun is not allowed to show his love.

  Libba Bray

  Blessed, Love You, Jealous

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• Put a thorn in every enjoyment, a worm in every gourd, that would either prevent my being wholly thine, or in any measure retard my progress in the divine life.

  Thomas Cogswell Upham

  Growth, Progress, Divine

  Thomas Cogswell Upham (1844). “Principles of the Interior Or Hidden Life: Designed Particularly for the Consideration of Those who are Seeking Assurance of Faith and Perfect Love”, p.283

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• Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

  John Keats

  Friendship, Summer, Running

  John Keats, Helen Vendler (1990). “Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard”, p.222, Harvard University Press

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• Be deaf unto the suggestions of tale-bearers, calumniators, pick-thank or malevolent detractors, who, while quiet men sleep, sowing the tares of discord and division, distract the tranquillity of charity and all friendly society. These are the tongues that set the world on fire--cankerers of reputation, and, like that of Jonah's gourd, wither a good name in a single night.

  Thomas Browne

  Sleep, Night, Men

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• The infernal flag-waving after 9/11 nearly drove liberals out of their gourds. For the left, 'flag-waving' is an epithet.

  Ann Coulter

  Flags, Epithet, Flag Waving

  Ann Coulter (2003). “Slander: Liberal Lies About the American Right”, p.5, Crown Forum

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• Water. Its sunny track in the plain; its splashing in the garden canal, the sound it makes when in its course it meets the mane ofthe grass; the diluted reflection of the sky together with the fleeting sight of the reeds; the Negresses fill their dripping gourds and their red clay containers; the song of the washerwomen; the gorged fields the tall crops ripening.

  Jacques Roumain

  Song, Nature, Garden

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