An apple is a round fruit with red or green skin and a whitish inside. One variety of apple might be sweet, another sour.
The fleshy pome or fruit of a rosaceous tree
Noun
fruit with red or yellow or green skin and sweet to tart crisp whitish flesh
Noun
native Eurasian tree widely cultivated in many varieties for its firm rounded edible fruits
n.
The fleshy pome or fruit of a rosaceous tree (Pyrus malus)
cultivated in numberless varieties in the temperate zones.
n.
Any tree genus Pyrus which has the stalk sunken into the
base of the fruit; an apple tree.
n.
Any fruit or other vegetable production resembling, or
supposed to resemble, the apple; as, apple of love, or love apple (a
tomato), balsam apple, egg apple, oak apple.
n.
Anything round like an apple; as, an apple of gold.
v. i.
To grow like an apple; to bear apples.
Apple
Apple
The fleshy pome or fruit of a rosaceous tree
To grow like an apple; to bear apples.
Usage Examples
100 million iphones don't lie. What an amazing man. He is the apple of all of our i's. We have an i everything and its all so amazing.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
But Apple really beats to a different drummer. I used to say that Apple should be the Sony of this business, but in reality, I think Apple should be the Apple of this business.
I started on an Apple II, which I had bought at the very end of 1978 for half of my annual income. I made $4,500 a year, and I spent half of it on the computer.
A girl came up to me in a bar and said she wanted to be my apple pie. I wish I'd said something cool, but I was stunned.
I was asked to do a test commercial shoot for an Apple product which didn't mean much to me at the time. Some music player that holds all your songs. Sounded cool to me and I never gave up an opportunity to work, especially with the possibility of it turning into a national commercial. Coolest job I did in that time.
As American as an apple is and as American as baseball is, they don't go together. You can't be chewing an apple at a baseball game. You've got to let go of the diet that day.
Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?
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Other Usage ExamplesI feel like I'm part of history being made. I leave Apple board meetings thinking, 'I've got to do a better job.'
I'll always stay connected with Apple. I hope that throughout my life I'll sort of have the thread of my life and the thread of Apple weave in and out of each other, like a tapestry. There may be a few years when I'm not there, but I'll always come back.
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.
Bottom line is, I didn't return to Apple to make a fortune. I've been very lucky in my life and already have one. When I was 25, my net worth was $100 million or so. I decided then that I wasn't going to let it ruin my life. There's no way you could ever spend it all, and I don't view wealth as something that validates my intelligence.
I never liked apples. In fact, when I was a little girl, my mom wanted to give me apples in my lunch box and I would ask for green peppers. So bizarre... It's funny - I don't have an apple a day, but I can say that I have a few a week.
I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.
As time goes on we get closer to that American Dream of there being a pie cut up and shared. Usually greed and selfishness prevent that and there is always one bad apple in every barrel.
I love cooking during Christmas, all smells like the hot apple cider, the hot spiced wine.