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Mbegu ni neno la Mungu. Mfano bora, msamaha, ndoto, tabasamu, uadilifu, uaminifu, uchapakazi na uvumilivu ni maneno ya Mungu. Kwa hiyo mfano bora, msamaha, ndoto, tabasamu, uadilifu, uaminifu, uchapakazi na uvumilivu ni mbegu. Watu ni ardhi. Panda mbegu ya mfano bora kwa watoto wako, msamaha kwa maadui zako, ndoto kwa malengo yako, tabasamu kwa marafiki zako, uadilifu kwa waajiri wako na kwa wafanyakazi wako pia kama unao, uaminifu kwa marafiki zako wa ukweli, uchapakazi kwa kazi zako na uvumilivu kwa wapinzani wako. Kila mbegu irutubishwe kwa imani na upendo kwa watu.
And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat.
A rose started off a bud, a bird started off an egg, and a forest started off a seed.
If seeds waited for perfect conditions to grow, there would be no plants in the desert.
Abortion of potentials is a massacre of purpose. You don’t get the fruit because you killed the seeds!
Don’t misconceive God; His purpose is for us to enjoy fruits, but He gave us seeds so that we can grow the fruits. Misuse of a seed is a murder of fruits!
For me, love carries the seeds of its own destruction.
Where the plow does not go and the seed is not sown, the weeds are sure to multiply.
The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.
Robert Louis Stevenson
I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap.
Seeds are proof that God sometimes packages miracles in small things.
You don't plow under the corn because the seed was planted with a neighbor's shovel.
If seeds despaired in their darkest hours, they would never rise to enjoy their brightest days.
Robert Green Ingersoll
He who commends the brutalities of the past, sows the seeds of future crimes.
In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
What you think is a seed, what you say is the bud, and what you do is the fruit.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
Might I,” quavered Mary, “might I have a bit of earth?” In her eagerness she did not realize how queer the words would sound and that they were not the ones she had meant to say. Mr. Craven looked quite startled. “Earth!” he repeated. “What do you mean?” “To plant seeds in—to make things grow—to see them come alive,” Mary faltered. He gazed at her a moment and then passed his hand quickly over his eyes. “Do you—care about gardens so much,” he said slowly. “I didn’t know about them in India,” said Mary. “I was always ill and tired and it was too hot. I sometimes made little beds in the sand and stuck flowers in them. But here it is different.” Mr. Craven got up and began to walk slowly across the room. “A bit of earth,” he said to himself, and Mary thought that somehow she must have reminded him of something. When he stopped and spoke to her his dark eyes looked almost soft and kind. “You can have as much earth as you want,” he said. “You remind me of some one else who loved the earth and things that grow. When you see a bit of earth you want,” with something like a smile, “take it, child, and make it come alive.
There is something soothing about working in the yard. Planting seeds and seeing them poke green out of the dirt. And it gets you out of the house with out going too far.
Circumstances are the seeds of literature.
In your hands you hold the seeds of failure - or the potential for greatness.
If seeds saw dirt as their enemy, they would lose out on the opportunity to grow.
It's when the seed grows up that it is known as a tree. Nobody calls the "seedlings" as "trees" and no seedling is ever useful because it doesn't produce fruits! You got to grow up!
Dreams appear as seeds that when planted, must become a forest reserve.
We are born with the seed of joy; it is up to us to nurture it.
An empowered life begins with serious personal questions about oneself. Those answers bare the seeds of success.
Scatter seeds of kindness.
When you are attracted to, and eat, fruits, occasionally a seed will be carried within you to a fertile ground.
Michael Bassey Johnson
When you see someone on top, look away and don't try to bring him down, because he may someday help you reach the top.
I've got cousins galore, Mexicans just spread all their seeds and the women just pop them out
Do not rush to judge someone unless his/her fruits reveal the truth. However, don't forget; mostly, it's not the fault of the tree to produce bitter fruits. Sometimes, the soil determines that; blame the source! Deal with the soil! Don't deal with the tree! Other trees are there that the same soil can influence! Don't deal with your enemy, deal with the satan that sponsors them!
Seedy wasn't a fair description for the place, because seeds imply eventual regrowth and renewal.
Only those who sow seeds of change can hope to grow and reap a harvest.
The Seed of Chucky is not a good thing to watch before you get married.
You were born with the seeds of success and happiness, but nobody else but yourself could plant them in your life.
Idleness, simon-pure, from which all manner of good springs like seed from a fallow soil, is sure to be misnamed and misconstrued.
Ana Claudia Antunes
Some people grow Partially so. Instead others go, Rarefied winds blow. In all there is still a few, Those with a different view, Under pressure remain still. And yet they sow, Like the rivers flow, In the rain, high or low, The seeds of a soul, Young starting anew!
Laurie Halse Anderson
Slush is frozen over. People say that winter lasts forever, but it's because they obsess over the thermometer. North in the mountains, the maple syrup is trickling. Brave geese punch through the thin ice left on the lake. Underground, pale seeds roll over in their sleep. Starting to get restless. Starting to dream green.
The seeds of knowledge may be planted in solitude, but must be cultivated in public.
Nothing is a masterpiece - a real masterpiece - till it's about two hundred years old. A picture is like a tree or a church, you've got to let it grow into a masterpiece. Same with a poem or a new religion. They begin as a lot of funny words. Nobody knows whether they're all nonsense or a gift from heaven. And the only people who think anything of 'em are a lot of cranks or crackpots, or poor devils who don't know enough to know anything. Look at Christianity. Just a lot of floating seeds to start with, all sorts of seeds. It was a long time before one of them grew into a tree big enough to kill the rest and keep the rain off. And it's only when the tree has been cut into planks and built into a house and the house has got pretty old and about fifty generations of ordinary lumpheads who don't know a work of art from a public convenience, have been knocking nails in the kitchen beams to hang hams on, and screwing hooks in the walls for whips and guns and photographs and calendars and measuring the children on the window frames and chopping out a new cupboard under the stairs to keep the cheese and murdering their wives in the back room and burying them under the cellar flags, that it begins even to feel like a religion. And when the whole place is full of dry rot and ghosts and old bones and the shelves are breaking down with old wormy books that no one could read if they tried, and the attic floors are bulging through the servants' ceilings with old trunks and top-boots and gasoliers and dressmaker's dummies and ball frocks and dolls-houses and pony saddles and blunderbusses and parrot cages and uniforms and love letters and jugs without handles and bridal pots decorated with forget-me-nots and a piece out at the bottom, that it grows into a real old faith, a masterpiece which people can really get something out of, each for himself. And then, of course, everybody keeps on saying that it ought to be pulled down at once, because it's an insanitary nuisance.
Within crisis, are the seeds of opportunity.
Lailah Gifty Akita
Sow good seeds for a bountiful harvest of good fruits.
Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
I figured out that I'm better off not explaining how and why I do the things that I do. If people can only read the surface of what you are, and that's all they want to see, let them see just what they need to see. Everything more is just something to keep and share only with the people that desire and are ready to receive that information. Words wasted on ears that do not listen and eyes that do not see are just seeds thrown on rocky ground. Prepare your ground first and then ask for the seeds.
Where once there was a void, Now at least there are Seeds of splendour, Becalmed belief for another time.
Hold tight the gift seeds in thy palms. Sow them all when the time is right. By God's wisdom they'll grow, not by thy might. And you shall reap them all before it's night! Live life so well!
Think of a nectarine, what we eat is the precious, sweet, nectar flesh that surrounds the stone/seed of the plant. The seed is clearly separate from the flesh. The flesh is the thing that is, so to say, given karmically freely. Think of a melon, what we eat is the deliciously tasting flesh of the melon. Not the seeds in the centre which generally get left out of the digestive experience. (Yes, I'm aware that some cultures roast them, but fresh out of the fruit they are none too appealing in my eyes). Think of a papaya, we eat the life giving, juicy, vibrantly colourful, sweet flesh of the papaya. the small black seeds get released back into nature. Or should. Think of an apple. The flesh is savoured, the core, discarded. I could continue ad infinitum.
After a few days of rain, the seedlings will push through the soil and unfold their tiny leaves. Two weeks later, if the rain is still good, we then carefully apply the first round of fertilizer, because each seedling requires love and attention like any living thing if it's going to grow up strong.
You cannot reap a good harvest without planting good seeds.
In each of us is a seed of understanding. The seed is God.
The tallest trees sometimes grow from the smallest seeds.
Whatever happens to seed affects the web of life.