Quotes About Pumpkin

Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread, and pumpkin pie.

One more time, she went back inside before she rejoined him.) I swear I'd be wearing a pumpkin on my shoulders. (Sunshine)

On the moon we have everything. Lettuce, and pumpkin pie and Amanita phalloides. We have cat-furred plants and horses dancing with their wings. All the locks are solid and tight, and there are no ghosts.

Like a child joyfully waving a sparkler, the fairy godmother crisscrossed her wand, and the sturdy orange pumpkin exploded into an elegant gold coach supported by delicate wheels.

a superb moon, round as a pumpkin and golden as honey, filling the rooftop world with light, and deep, mysterious shadow.

he is constantly reminding me that real magic doesn't come from achieving the perfect appearance, from being Cinderella at the ball with both glass slippers and a killer hairstyle. The real magic is in the pumpkin, in the mice, in the moonlight; not beyond ordinary life, but within it.

When an Englishman once has your property in his hand, then he is like a monkey that has its hands full of pumpkin seeds - if you don't beat him to death he will never let go.' He

I love the scents of winter! For me, it's all about the feeling you get when you smell pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, gingerbread and spruce.

Nelson Chase's dull face hung in the middle distance like a jack-a-lantern.

The sweet smell of baking crust rolled under her nose from the Four-and-Twenty Blackbird Pie Shop, though Cedar knew for a fact that the pies were made from pumpkin, apple, or pomegranate meringue and not birds. If you bought a pie, stuck in your thumb, and pulled out a plum, you won a tinsel crown.

Only the knife knows what goes on in the heart of a pumpkin." Simone Schwarz-Bart

During a snowstorm we built a fire, and made my grandma's stuffing and my mom's layered Jell-O, and mashed potatoes with lumps and my mom's delicious gravy and every other family thing we loved. We filled the house with the fragrance of sage, pumpkin, apples and cinnamon.

I don't believe pumpkin pie is even made from pumpkin. I mean, how can something that smells that sh*tty make a pie so sweet? There's not enough sugar in the universe.

In his three-piece suit and expensive hat, Hooper came stepping across the pasture, being very careful to avoid the cow pies. When he reached the pumpkin patch, he walked right up to Farmer Ben and held out his hand. Ben made no move to shake it. "As you wish, Ben," said Hooper, lowering his hand. "Five, four, three, two, one, zero!" "What's that?" said Ben. "You going into the rocket-ship business?

Wow!" said Queenie. "I've never seen Farmer Ben so mad!" The cubs were huddled in the pumpkin patch. "Where did he go?" asked Lizzy. "Into the house," said Ferdy. "I'll bet he's asking his ancestors for help again.

The whole family sang: Over the river and through the woods, now grandmother's cap I spy! Hurray for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie! But Gran doesn't have a cap, said Sister. She has a scarf. Well, I spy it anyway--through the kitchen window, said Brother.

Pumpkin SIDEKICKS: carrots, butternut squash, sweet potatoes, orange bell peppers TRY TO EAT: ½ cup most days

Eric followed Vlad Tepes's stubby finger, identifying me as the future Happy Meal. Then he stared at Dracula, looking up from his kneeling position. I couldn't read his face at all, and I felt a stirring of fear. What would Charlie Brown have done if the Great Pumpkin wanted to eat the little red-haired girl?

O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

I'll take you and BAKE you. A witch came sneaky~sneaky~sneaky. I'll take you and bake you, she said. And she gave it a pat. The pumpkin tried to look very scary. But it just looked big and FAT. The witch reached for it. But--she hid instead. Girls and Boys--- searching, seeking, peeking.

yacht club. She wore a pumpkin-colored jacket and had long brown

While liberal, coastal white girls may constitute the most conspicuous purveyors of pumpkin spice, the flavor's cultural connotations and the strong opinions they elicit reveal the drink's profound conservatism.

There is a place, September, oh, very far from Pandemonium. A place where it is always autumn, where there is always cider and pumpkin pie, where leaves are always orange and fresh-cut wood is always burning and it is always, just always Halloween.

I think I look a little like a pumpkin," whispered September, secretly delighted. "I'm all green and orange.