Quotes About Apples

Kira: L, do you know Gods of death love apples? L: Damn you, Kira...

There's small choice in rotten apples.

Villains were wonderful. They got to be cruel and selfish, to preen in front of mirrors and poison apples, and trap girls on mountains of glass. They indulged all their worst impulses, revenged themselves for the least offense, and took every last thing they wanted. And sure, they wound up in barrels studded with nails, or dancing in iron shoes heated by fire, not just dead, but disgraced and screaming. But before they got what was coming to them, they got to be the fairest in all the land.

It's excellent." Lars took another sip, trying to get the full picture. Wine could fool you: all sunshine and apples and spaghetti and then nothing but sour disappointment and empty promises.

Wilder watched Armstrong head back to video village under the lights of the set, attacking another apple as she went, and thought, Apples and women . Not a good history there.

Most of what we spend on education is dominated by government. So unlike the expenditures on apples, our educational spending is not facing a strong market test.

Built around 1780... a two-hour train ride from Paris... the neighbor keeps his horses in my backyard... pies made with apples from my own trees... I caught the highlights of Hugh's broadcast and understood that my first goal was to make him my boyfriend, to trick or blackmail him into making some sort of commitment. I know it sounds calculating, but if you're not cute, you might as well be clever.

I love making apple strudel.

I love apples. I actually do eat an apple a day.

Bij de Zon, Maan en Sterren en de Gouden Appels van het Westen!

Thoughts are apples on the tree, Not meant for anyone in particular, But they end up belonging To the one who takes them.

I was playing an angle, but most inhabitants of the reservation hated Indian Police even more than us. We were just whites. They were apples, red on the outside, white on the inside.

How many times I have floated with you, transfixed in the middle of the night, hearing some voice above your horror-stricken church; a cry of grouse, a rustle of the heath were stalking in you and two apples shone on the table or open scissors glittered- and we were alike: apples, scissors, darkness, and I under the same immobile Assyrian, Egyptian, and Roman moon.

It rained in Hampshire yesterday, a soft autumn storm that brought down hardly any leaves. The dahlias are no longer in stem, and frost has withered the chrysanthemums, but the air smells divine, like old leaves and wet bark, and ripe apples. Have you ever noticed that each month has its own smell? May and October are the nicest-smelling months, in my opinion.

Sometimes my love is melancholy and I hold her head in my hands. Sometimes I recall our hair grows after death. Then, I must grab handfuls of her hair, and, I tell you, there are apples, walnuts, ships sailing, ships docking, and men taking off their boots, their hearts breaking, not knowing which they love more, the water, or their women's hair, sprouting from the head, rushing toward the feet.

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

Just for a moment, she thought she smelled something, a strange, vivid scent of sugar and apples and blackberry jelly and smoke. It was a nostalgic scent, and for a second she could almost understand why Jay loved this place so much, with its little vineyards and its apple trees and its roaming goats on the marsh flats.

Aye, we all know your fondness for apples, brother.

You're always drinking apple juice. Do you have a Vitamin C deficiency? The only deficiency I have is the sixteen years I spent on this planet not knowing how good apple juice could be. Isn't it the same everywhere? That's what I would have thought, till I tried it here. The apples here are just next-level delicious and perfect. The juice is naturally sweet, refreshing, and satisfying.

If there are six apples on a table and you take away four of them, how many do you have?" Mr. Cooper asked. Andrea was waving her hand in the air like she needed to be rescued from a desert island. "Two apples!" she said. "Because six minus four is two." Then she made her smiley smile again. "No," said Mr. Cooper. "If there are six apples on a table and you take away four of them, you have four of them, of course. You just took four of them away!

Dried oregano has thirty times the brain-healing antioxidant power of raw blueberries, forty-six times more than apples, and fifty-six times as much as strawberries, making it one of the most powerful brain cell protectors on the planet.

When an office begins to look like a family tree, you'll find worms tucked away snug and cheerful in most of the apples.

Weeding the peony hedge I hear the windfalls in the orchard; hear them strike the ground, hear them strike against branches as they fall to the ground. The immemorial smell of apples, old as the sea. Mary makes jelly. Up from the kitchen, up the stairs and into all the rooms comes the smell of apples.

Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.