Quotes About Maple

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

My love of maple syrup. I've been known to knock back a can over a couple days: A swig here, a swig there, and next thing you know it's gone. It's a habit I have to stave off. I don't want to lose all my teeth.

waitress came by and Reacher ordered his go-to breakfast, which was coffee plus a short stack of pancakes with eggs, bacon, and maple syrup.

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, golden and so clean it quivers.

Like the maple, leaders are the first to offer their gifts." It reminds the whole community that leadership is rooted not in power and authority, but in service and wisdom.

If what we want for our people is patriotism, then let us inspire true love of country by invoking the land herself. If we want to raise good leaders, let us remind our children of the eagle and the maple. If we want to grow good citizens, then let us teach reciprocity. If what we aspire to is justice for all, then let it be justice for all of Creation.

Roses are red and violets are purple, sugar is sweet and so is maple surple.

I always feel at home where the sugar maple grows.... glorious in autumn, a fountain of coolness in summer, sugar in its veins, gold in its foliage, warmth in its fibers, and health in it the year round.

Canada in general is a beautiful country.

all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...

I make damn good biscuits and gravy. The key is maple sausage.

I used to go to Maple Leafs games all the time when Nic shot To Die For here in Toronto. This is a great city. I love it here.

The maple brings tourists who come to marvel at the blazing colours of the autumn leaves and it brings cash dollars in the form of the unctuous, faintly metallic syrup that Americans like to pour all over their breakfast, on waffles and pancakes certainly, but on bacon too. Sounds alarming to English ears, but actually it is rather delicious. Like crack, crystal meth, and Chocolate HobNobs, one nibble and you're hooked for life.

If you're struggling with that sweet tooth, try making healthy sugar swaps using things like honey, maple syrup, and medjool dates. These are all completely natural and will satisfy any sweet cravings.

In Vermont, there is maple syrup in it—it doesn't matter what it is. Cake. Ice cream. Coffee. Soup. Mustard. Concrete.

The candy cap was a revelation to me: redolent with the smell of maple, marvelously silky and spongy in texture, earth and meaty and sweet. When you eat a candy cap, your skin smells like maple sugar. When you exercise after eating a candy cap, your sweat smells like maple sugar. When you make love after eating a candy cap . . . well, I leave that to your imagination, but . . . yes.

Before the day was out, Ben & Jerry's had announced a new flavor: Trancicle, made only with Vermont milk and maple syrup, and "bullets" of dark chocolate.

Maple-trees are the cows of trees (spring-milked).

In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.

The domesticated wilderness of pine, maple and oak rolled to a halt and stuck in the frame of the train window like a bad picture.

Through the snowy silver maple trees, he could see the gray stone stronghold of St. Alban's. She was in there, behind one of the diamond-paned windows, a block away and as far out of reach as the moon. On his CD player, Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks was crooning, Without you, I'm not okay, and without you, I've lost my way… If he lived through this mess, he was never listening to country music again.

With the fans and the Toronto Maple Leafs organization, the way I've been treated here has been awesome.

I tried the maple syrup diet. I tried the protein-only Atkins diet.

People scooped up these tabloids, devoured their gossip.. But now, for some reason, I found myself thinking about Morrie whenever I read anything silly or mindless. I kept picturing him there, in the house with the Japanese maple.. counting his breath, squeezing out every moment with his loved ones, while I spent so many hours on things that meant absolutely nothing to me personally.