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I believe in the power of love, and planting positive thought seeds into the collective consciousness.

I didn’t understand the purpose of the seeds, but it was comforting to know that in a dire emergency I could hit people with my ukulele while Meg planted geraniums.

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.

If seeds saw dirt as their enemy, they would lose out on the opportunity to grow.

If seeds despaired in their darkest hours, they would never rise to enjoy their brightest days.

If life beats us up, while we have our back to the wall, there is no other way than exorcising fear and using the seeds of resilience stored in the attic of our imagination. ("Transcendental meditation")

If seeds waited for perfect conditions to grow, there would be no plants in the desert.

If you harden the soil, the seed cannot grow; if you harden your heart, the love cannot grow!

If the grass is greener on the other side, try planting better seeds.

If we can expect another journey tomorrow, we should secure horses," Ferrin went on. "And if the sun will be shining, perhaps a goat for Aram." "Keep it up," Aram dared him through clenched teeth. "Is a goat too large and unruly?" Ferrin asked? "Maybe we should saddle a raccoon." "Odd how these taunts tend to fade after sundown," Aram growled, taking a large bite of bread. "But a new day always dawns," Ferrin replied. "And we can all use some entertainment." Aram glowered. "Then perhaps tonight I should pull you apart and let the others puzzle you back together." "That's the spirit!" Ferrin applauded. "Taunt back! I get the sense you've seldom had to deal with ridicule." Aram appeared to be resisting a pleased little smile.

In life, we plant seeds everywhere we go. Some fall on fertile ground needing very little to grow. Some fall on rocky soil requiring a tad bit more loving care. While others fall in seemingly barren land and no matter what you do; it appears the seed is dead. Nevertheless, every seed planted will have a ripple effect. You could see it in the present or a time not seen yet. So be wise about where you plant your seeds. Be very mindful of your actions & deeds. Negativity grows just as fast if not faster than positivity. Plant seeds of kindness, love and peace And your harvest will be abundant living.

I love the caraway seeds in the classic rye bread, but I wonder if the rich dough might not also hold up to other flavors. I jot down some notes. Aniseed. Fennel seed. Orange zest. Golden raisins. Coarse salt? Maybe if Herman doesn't come down when I am working on the dough, I can use a small batch for a little experiment. I'm thinking rolls, not loaves. The kind of rolls you want to smear with cold sweet butter at dinner, or split and toast and spread with cream cheese for breakfast. Savory and sweet. Maybe semolina on the bottom instead of the coarser cornmeal we use for the regular rye loaves.

I’m not made for city streets. My brogans drop soil from the field behind me, each grain of dirt like a seed revealing who I am. My heart belongs in the country. I’m a farmer, and I was shaped in the fields.

How do you kill something that's already dead? Nobody knows enough about them. Ask Jason. He'll have an opinion. Wait a moment. Rachel could see Corinne talking to Jason, but they were too far ahead to hear. He says you chop them up into little pieces. But what if that infects you with the disease? Jason leaned closer to answer Corinne quietly. She laughed. You let Nollin do it.

Inside that tiny seed, lives the roots, branches, bark, trunk, leaves, twigs and apple fruit of that apple tree. You can’t see, feel, hear, taste or smell any of that yet; nevertheless, it is all inside that seed. The moment the seed is in your hand— all of that is in your hand, too, from the root to the bark to the fruit! All you have to do is to push the seed into the soil. And what makes anyone plant any apple seed? It is the belief that in the seed, there is the tree. So, believe. To have a seed, is to have everything.

It is better to plant good seeds than to mourn bad weather.

It is better to plant seeds than to mourn bad weather.

It is dirt that lets seeds know how beautiful they are.

It is in vain to hide a fruitful seed in fertile soil.

It is from small seeds that big forests rise.

Manifesting from self-Affirmations are like planting seeds in the ground. First, the seeds germinate. Then they sprout roots, and then they poke their flower chutes through the ground, showing the world that they are about to blossom and displaying to themselves the ability to break through resistance once the foundation, or the roots have been strengthened.

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!

It is not only the viability and variety of the seed that makes the harvest look plumpy. Sometimes, the soil must value the value of the seed. When the soil is not supportive, the seed's value becomes a waste!

It is not the size of a seed, but the size of what rises from it.

It is only in dirt that seeds reveal how truly tenacious they are.

Maybe it was a stupid exercise, and you couldn't grow things in winter. But there was something I liked about he idea of those seeds, buried so deep, having at least a chance to emerge. Even if you couldn't see it beneath the surface, molecules were bonding, energy pushing up slowly, as something worked so hard, all alone, to grow.

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.

Mbegu tunazopanda leo ni mazao ya msimu ujao. Ukipanda mbegu mbaya utavuna mabaya. Ukipanda mbegu nzuri utavuna mazuri. Ukitenda mabaya leo kesho yako itakuwa mbaya. Ukitenda mazuri leo kesho yako itakuwa nzuri. Okoa kesho leo kwa kupanda mbegu nzuri na kuzimwagilia kwa imani na upendo kwa watu. Mungu ataleta mvua, jua na ustawi wa mazao yako. Panda mbegu ya msamaha kwa maadui zako, uvumilivu kwa wapinzani wako, tabasamu kwa marafiki zako, mfano bora kwa watoto wako, uchapakazi kwa kazi zako, uadilifu kwa waajiri wako na kwa wafanyakazi wako pia kama unao, ndoto kwa malengo yako, na uaminifu kwa marafiki zako wa ukweli. Kila mbegu irutubishwe kwa mapenzi huru yasiyokuwa na masharti yoyote, au mapenzi huru yasiyokuwa na unafiki wa aina yoyote ile. Usifiche vipaji vyako. Ukiwa kimya utasahaulika. Usipopiga hatua utarudi nyuma. Usiwe na hasira, wivu au ubinafsi.

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. Katika mfano huu ukuaji unawakilisha utakaso, ambao ni muundo wa taswira ya Mungu ndani yetu kwa kuishi kama anavyoishi yeye kwa nguvu ya Roho Mtakatifu. Tunachotakiwa kufanya baada ya kupanda mbegu ni kutimiza wokovu wetu sisi wenyewe kwa kuogopa na kutetemeka. Kutimiza wokovu wetu sisi wenyewe ni sawa na mvua, jua, palizi, mbolea, ili mavuno yaweze kuwa ya uhakika.

Mbegu ni neno la Mungu na kudondoka kwake kwenye ardhi si mwisho wa maisha yake. Mambo kadha wa kadha yanaweza kutokea yanayoweza kuathiri ukuaji wa mbegu husika. Nyingine zinaweza kuanguka karibu na njia ndege wakaja wakazila, nyingine zinaweza kuanguka penye miamba pasipokuwa na udongo mwingi wa kutosha, nyingine zinaweza kujifukia ndani kabisa ya ardhi na kupotelea huko kwa miaka mingi, mvua inaweza kunyesha na kuhamisha baadhi ya mbegu kwa kuzisomba na maji. Lakini kwa kuwa maisha yamo ndani ya mbegu, jambo fulani litatokea.

Mbegu zilizopandwa kwenye udongo wenye rutuba ni rahisi sana kuvamiwa na magugu iwapo mwenye bustani hataipalilia bustani yake kila siku. Kila siku tunapaswa kupalilia bustani zetu za kiroho, kuondoa magugu ambayo ni raha za dunia hii.

No matter how deep you bury good seeds, they always find a way to rise.

More recently, books, especially paperbacks, have been printed in massive and inexpensive editions. For the price of a modest meal you can ponder the decline and fall of the Roman Empire, the origin of species, the interpretation of dreams, the nature of things. Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil.

No mind seems more peaceful than the mind of a sleeping innocent child because life has not yet planted the seeds of sorrow in that mind!

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.

Not every environment accepts the dream shaping progress you want to put across. Take a second look at what you dream about, be sure it can progress very well where you are; Hiroshima and Nagasaki are not fertile grounds for a farmer’s dream seeds. Go and relocate!

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.

Nyota ni kipaji, kipawa, takdiri, karama, au uweza; ni kiashiria cha rohoni kinachoonyesha mtu atakuwa nani baadaye, mafanikio ya mtu, au takdiri ya maisha ya mwanadamu. Unabii na nyota ya ufalme ni kibali cha Mungu katika maisha ya mtu. Kupata kibali hicho, tembea na watu sahihi katika maisha yako (tembea na watu ambao Mungu amekuchagulia kushika funguo za takdiri ya maisha yako). Tamka na kukiri kibali cha Mungu katika maisha yako yote. Panda mbegu za kibali cha Mungu katika udongo wa maisha yako. Jifunze kutenda mema bila malipo, kwani wema ni mbegu ya kibali cha Mungu. Jali mambo ya ufalme wa Mungu.

Only those who sow seeds of change can hope to grow and reap a harvest.

Seeds are proof that the greatest growth takes place in the dark.

Plant seeds of kindness and watch your blessings flow abundantly

Seeds are proof that God packages extraordinary miracles in ordinary things.

Seeds are proof that God puts within you what is supposed to enrich the world around you.

Seeds multiply as they are sown.

Seeds never lose their potential, not even in dirt.

Seeds never complain when you bury them; they rise. Do likewise.

Seeds that hate dirt never rise.

Remember to be conscious of what seeds you plant, as the garden of your mind is like the world. The longer seeds grow, the more likely they are to become trees. Trees often block the sun’s rays from reaching other seeds, allowing only plants that are acclimated to the shadow of the tree to grow—keeping you stuck with that one reality.

Seeds achieve their highest potential in dirt.

Secure tomorrow today by sowing good seeds today and by watering them with faith and love to others.