Quotes About Fruit

I still imagine Mr. Kim's and Mr. Yoon's children, lonely for their fathers, gratefully eating whatever was brought home to them, our overripe and almost rotten mangoes, our papayas, kiwis, pineapples, those exotic tastes of their wondrous new country, this joyful fruit now too soft and too sweet for those of us who knew better, us near natives, us earlier Americans.

In California, you're on a first-name basis with fruit. You take a beautiful Blenheim, you don't want to mess with it.

He Looked and smelt like Autumn's very brother, his face being sunburnt to wheat-colour, his eyes blue as corn-flowers, his sleeves and leggings dyed with fruit-stains, his hands clammy with the sweet juice of apples, his hat sprinkled with pips, and everywhere about him the sweet atmosphere of cider which at its first return each season has such an indescribable fascination for those who have been born and bred among the orchards.

thence to the fruit-garden and greenhouses, where he asked her if she liked strawberries. Yes, said Tess, when they come.

Modern literature is a north-east wind--a blight of the human soul. I take credit to myself for having helped to make it so. The way to produce fine fruit is to blight the flower. You call this a paradox. Marry, so be it.

The fruit of solitude is originality, something daringly and disconcertingly beautiful, the poetic creation. But the fruit of solitude can also be the perverse, the disproportionate, the absurd and the forbidden.

Consider," replies the Geomancer, "— Adam and Eve ate fruit from a Tree, and were enlighten'd. The Buddha sat beneath a Tree, and he was enlighten'd. Newton, also sitting beneath a Tree, was hit by a falling Apple,— and he was enlighten'd. A quick overview would suggest that Trees produce Enlightenment. Trees are not the Problem. The Forest is not an Agent of Darkness. But it may be your Visto is.

There was a worm addicted to grape leaves, she continued, and suddenly it woke up. Call it a miracle, whatever, something woke it up and it wasn't a worm anymore. It was the whole vineyard, and the orchard too, the fruit, the trunks, an ever-expanding joy that didn't need to devour anything.

Vowels thicker than caramel on a Granny Smith.

Apple is another word that has always meant itself. In fact, it used to apply to any fruit, vegetable, or even nut. All fruits were apples. The potato was the apple of the earth (and still is in French: pomme de terre). Dates were finger apples. The banana was, in Middle English, the apple of paradise.

Suffering is the necessary consequence of sin, just as when you eat a sour fruit a stomach complaint ensues.

The golden apples drop from the same tree, whether they be gathered by an imbecile locksmith's apprentice or by a Schopenhauer.

R?bdarea este un pom cu r?d?cini amare, dar cu fructe dulci.

Where otherwise words were, flow discoveries, freed all surprised out of the fruit's flesh. RAINER MARIA RILKE

Mom and I made three pies with wild blackberries that Teddy and I had picked.

Marcus: Cherry? Jillian: My ten-year-old niece. Marcus: She's named after a piece of fruit? Jillian nodded. Jillian: So is her twin sister, Apple. Marcus: You're kidding me. Jillian: Unfortunately, I'm serious. Their father is fond of fruit pies and thought it would be cute. Marcus: And their mother didn't protest? Jillian: She thinks Steven's cute, so she gives him whatever he wants.

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit—wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

I bought you a chocolate cake." Cake? "Gimme!" Yeah, I'm that easy. I rush over, only to skid to a stop when he adds, "Elena ate it while I was out. So you get fruit." Bitch gonna get cut!

As round as appil was his face.

Principles early sown in the mind, are the seeds which produce fruit and harvest in the ripe state of manhood.

I feel nothing but the accursed happiness I have dreaded all my life long: the happiness that comes as life goes, the happiness of yielding and dreaming instead of resisting and doing, the sweetness of the fruit that is going rotten.

And, of course, the funniest food of all, kumquats.

But one of the few thorough studies of nonagenarians has found that 80 percent of them ate red meat regularly all their lives, and only 50 percent ate fruit weekly.21 Perhaps fruit-eating vegetarians do not survive to ninety. Or perhaps, I, like the diet advocates, am merely revealing my own personal prejudices. Either way, survival is not as simple as the wellness gurus would have us believe. The

Life is trade; we trade our labor for its fruit, we trade hours of study for knowledge, we trade pleasure for pleasure or sometimes for wealth, security, or offspring.