Quotes About Strawberry

Morning. Strawberry sky dusted with white winter powder sugar sun. And nobody to munch on it with

No excuses," Miss Hardy said firmly. "It won't take you any time to drive out there. I'll whip up a strawberry shortcake while you're gone." "In that case," Frank said, laughing, "we'll leave right away.

A girl told me my lips looked like somebody had pressed strawberry yogurt against my face.

I'm obsessed with Minnie Riperton's voice: it's like a smooth river of ice cold strawberry milk.

So you think Don Pedro ended up all right," I said. "I think he became a man who brought peace and wisdom to his world, because he knew about war and folly. I think that he loved greatly, because he had seen what lost love is. And I think he came to know, too, that he was loved greatly." She looked at the strawberry in her hands. "But I thought you didn't want me to tell you your future.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

Leon speared his strawberry with a fork. "I, for one, welcome our new Mad Rogan Overlord. I'm eager to learn and prove to be a valuable member of his team." "Shut up," Catalina, Bernard, and Arabella said at the same time.

Does Strawberry Shortcake know you stole her horse? She will be berry, berry angry with you." I

Good luck with that," I said. Because seriously. The fuck? Strawberry social? Did I somehow move onto the set of the remake of Little House on the Prairie?

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.

Eventually, having shoved enough down them to keep them more or less alive, I left them in their strawberry basket on the veranda

The damn bells kept ringing through the fog. Bud mumbled a command to his music system, a phased acoustical array splayed across both eardrums like the seeds on a strawberry. The volume went up but couldn't scour away the deep tones of the carillon, which

The strawberry, in the main, repeats the form of the human heart, and perhaps, of all the small fruits known to man, none other is so deeply and fondly cherished, or hailed with such universal delight, as this lowly but youth-renewing berry.

This special feeling towards fruit, its glory and abundance, is I would say universal... We respond to strawberry fields or cherry orchards with a delight that a cabbage patch or even an elegant vegetable garden cannot provoke.

I've never eaten a strawberry in my life. I have no desire to do that.

The police are asking through the bedroom door, why did I make a batch of strawberry daiquiris before I called them? Because we were out of raspberries. Because, can't they see, it just does not matter. Time was not of the essence.

And he had no quarrel with dessert—a choice of chocolate, pistachio, or strawberry ice cream from Moxley's, served with homemade brownies. His plate cleared, he

Just then another fairy fluttered down the path. Kirsty and Rachel recognized the strawberry curls and shimmering blue vest right away — it was Polly the Party Fun Fairy! "I'm here to organize the picnic party games," Polly explained, "but they keep going wrong! The donkey for Pin the Tail on the Donkey wandered away. Even the balloons have gone flat.

Midafternoon, I went in for a drink of water, and Edna offered me a piece of strawberry pie. How could I refuse?

I grew up in Oxnard, CA, and I went to a church called St. Paul, where I was playing drums. My mom had a strawberry company. The whole town of Oxnard is basically built on produce, and more particularly, strawberries.

If you keep my secret, this strawberry is yours.

He said, 'Excuse me, is this the way to the strawberry garden?' and I said, 'It certainly is!' and he said, 'Thank you' and I said, 'Are you going to the jubilee festival tonight?' and he said, 'Urgh, I suppose I have to,' and I said, 'Cool, see you there!' so, obviously, we are destined to be together forever. Don't you dare tell me otherwise!

in her dreams, blood tasted like fizzy strawberry soda. If you drank it too fast, you got brain freeze. When she was older, after she'd licked a cut on her finger, the taste of that became the taste in her dreams: copper and tears.

If Olivia was like a decadent chocolate-covered strawberry, and Portia a pineapple-and-spice hummingbird cupcake, then Cordelia was peanut butter brittle, still sweet, though with something more substantial added by way of peanuts, but unbendable.