Apples


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What does it mean when you dream about apples?

To dream of bountiful apple trees traditionally signifies good fortune and the realization of the fruits of endeavor. Alternatively, rotten apples, or apple cores, may mean that what the dreamer is striving for is not fulfilling, and perhaps, even harmful.

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The condition that had brought her to him passed in an illness, but she was like one who has discovered the sweetness of the twisted apples, she could not get her mind fixed again upon the round perfect fruit that is eaten in the city apartments.
They can look at a tree in bloom and tell how many boxes of apples it will pack, and not only that--they'll know.
The fatal apple of Eden couldn't have had a rarer flavor," commented Anne.
And when he was gone, she almost quarrelled with meNo, I should not say quarrelled, for we never had a quarrel in our lives; but she was quite distressed that I had owned the apples were so nearly gone; she wished I had made him believe we had a great many left.
To guard these apples in my pocket, miss, so no one would steal them.
A rifle cracked, and a second, but he was going fast, leaning forward, low in the saddle, one hand clutching the shirt of apples, the other guiding the horse.
But good did come of the apple barrel, as you shall hear, for if it had not been for that, we should have had no note of warning and might all have perished by the hand of treachery.
Before the castle gate all was as the fox had said: so the son went in and found the chamber where the golden bird hung in a wooden cage, and below stood the golden cage, and the three golden apples that had been lost were lying close by it.
And whoso kisseth those apples high, Who kisseth once is a king, Who kisseth twice shall never die, Who kisseth thrice--oh, were it I
As he was sitting one evening in his room, a dreadful storm arose without, and the rain streamed down from heaven; but the old poet sat warm and comfortable in his chimney-comer, where the fire blazed and the roasting apple hissed.
March and Meg sat among the apple piles like a pair of Pomonas, sorting the contributions that kept pouring in, while Amy with a beautiful motherly expression in her face sketched the various groups, and watched over one pale lad, who sat adoring her with his little crutch beside him.
Two Poets were quarrelling for the Apple of Discord and the Bone of Contention, for they were very hungry.