Quotes About Strawberries

finding a patch of wild strawberries still touches me with a sensation of surprise, a feeling of unworthiness and gratitude for the generosity and kindness that comes with an unexpected gift all wrapped in red and green.

The commodity economy has been here on Turtle Island for four hundred years, eating up the white strawberries and everything else. But people have grown weary of the sour taste in their mouths. A great longing is upon us, to live again in a world made of gifts. I can scent it coming, like the fragrance of ripening strawberries rising on the breeze.

You could smell ripe strawberries before you saw them, the fragrance mingling with the smell of sun on damp ground. It was the smell of June, the last day of school, when we were set free, and the Strawberry Moon, ode'mini-giizis.

Wild strawberries fit the definition of gift, but grocery store berries do not. It's the relationship between producer and consumer that changes everything. As a gift-thinker, I would be deeply offended if I saw wild strawberries in the grocery store. I would want to kidnap them all. They were not meant to be sold, only to be given.

As the scholar and writer Lewis Hyde notes, "It is the cardinal difference between gift and commodity exchange that a gift establishes a feeling-bond between two people." Wild strawberries fit the definition of gift, but grocery store berries do not. It's the relationship between producer and consumer that changes everything.

The man in the wilderness asked of meHow many strawberries grew in the sea.I answered him as I thought good,"As many as red herrings grow in the wood."

By July we had strawberries, red currants, raspberries, veal, dill, baby turnips, marrow. Mussolini resigned, and Italy capitulated. Roses could be had.

Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strewberries melts On the vine.

Ain't got no strawberries," the bartender said. "Then go out and kill some!

A homegrown tomato, you're never going to taste anything like it. There is nothing close to it, the sweetness. And strawberries: The ones you get in the store are so hard; but you get a homegrown strawberry, it just melts, I'm telling you.

I have a garden. We have fresh tomatoes and strawberries. People are different here... People out in California, they grow up quicker. They have a lot of excess, and they have a lot more things than we do here in Hungary. There, they start doing makeup when they're 13, when we would still be out in the countryside making sausage.

Strawberries Strawberries, like all berries, are a real health bonanza. All berries—strawberries, blueberries, raspberries—contain chemicals found to protect cells against cervical and breast

The wife of camp commandant Rudolf Höss cautioned her children always to wash the strawberries they grew in the garden of their villa; the fruit was covered in a grey soot from the crematoria next door.

L'art Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.

I want you to make up and go halfzies on this cake, K? But... I want a piece too, so I guess we'll have to go thirdzies... Awwwwwwww, we're not going to be able to the strawberry on top though. What should we do? Maybe I should just take it after all strawberries are my favorite... oh! I forgot to ask Hiku-chan, Kau-chan, do you like strawberries?" -Hunny

Truth out of season was sourer than strawberries at Christmas time.

It's just another of Robin's sayings. Like, 'Holy strawberries, Batman, we're in a jam! Or, Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it!

Ryodan says softly, "Holy strawberries, Dani, we're in a jam." I look at him like he's sprouted two heads. Holy strawberries? In a jam? Even Barrons looks stumped. He continues, "But don't worry. Holy priceless collection of Etruscan snoods—you really butchered that one, by the way—I've got it in the bag. How about this one: holy borrowing bibliophile, let's book.

Ryodan says softly, "Holy strawberries, Dani, we're in a jam.

July." The strawberries in Ursula's garden at The Pines were the stuff of legend. "Thank you, no. But could you stay a bit longer?" "Until five. Tom is working at home today." Faith didn't offer any further explanation. After trying to write his sermon in the shadow of his file cabinets at the church yesterday, he had decided to give the parsonage study, neutral territory, a try today. "As I said, everything hinged on Father's

Your mother is in the bedside chair. She is wearing a dress printed with strawberries and birds. Using a long needle, she is stringing brightly origami cranes into garlands. It's a Japanese custom called senbazaru. If you make one thousand paper cranes, you can restore someone to good health.

These were his strawberries. These were birds he knew. No designer had ever used red or yellow in an indigo discharge dyeing technique before. He must have had to start over many times to get the colors right. This fabric is not just a fabric. It's the story of failure and of perseverance, of the discipline of a craftsman, of the life of an artist." Sadie caressed the

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

strawberries. The girl his daughter might have spoken of on occasion. The girl who five years ago stood huddled with her mother and sister, as he presented her, the oldest child, with a medal