Grapes Quotes

Quotes tagged as "grapes" (showing 1-19 of 19)
Rick Riordan
“Ceres wanted a united front in the plant war."
"The plant war," Percy said. "You're going to arm all the little grapes with tiny assault rifles?”
Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

Marguerite de Navarre
“People pretend not to like grapes when the vines are too high for them to reach.”
Marguerite de Navarre

Thomas Love Peacock
“The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.”
Thomas Love Peacock, Melincourt; Or Sir Oran Hautton

Elinor Wylie
“The winter will be short, the summer long,
The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,
Tasting of cider and of scuppernong.”
Elinor Wylie, Nets to Catch the Wind

Sanober  Khan
“our feet
are grape-squashed in memories

our skins are still flushed
from the touch
of summer’s lips.”
Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

Jared Brock
“The next morning we experienced our very first “full English breakfast,” which consisted of tea, orange juice, cookies, oatmeal, granola, berries, bananas, croissants, grapes, pineapples, prunes, yogurt, five kinds of cold cereal, eggs, hash browns, back bacon, sausage, smoked salmon, tomatoes, mushrooms, beans, toast, butter, jam, jelly, and honey. I don’t know how the British do it.”
Jared Brock, A Year of Living Prayerfully: How a Curious Traveler Met the Pope, Walked on Coals, Danced with Rabbis, and Revived His Prayer Life

Munia Khan
“Seek more strength for weaker spine
No grape grows on sinner’s vine”
Munia Khan

Frederick Weisel
“The sun had already set behind the mountains, and the sky had been drained of color. The trellises of sauvignon blanc flowed down the hill in even rows toward the valley floor. Whatever I was looking for, it wasn’t outside. As far as I could tell, the grapes were minding their own business.”
Frederick Weisel, Teller

John Steinbeck
“No se necesita valor para hacer una cosa cuando es lo único que puedes hacer.”
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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Gabriel García Márquez
“Each grape she pulled off grew back again on the cluster. In the dream it was evident that the girl had spent many years at that infinite window trying to finish the cluster, and was in no hurry to so because she knew that in the last grape lay death.”
Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons

Eden Phillpotts
“You are but a tiny cluster upon the vines of heaven, where the grapes are worlds; yet you hold the power to ripen your bitter berries and add to the eternal vintage of cosmic sweetness if so you will.”
Eden Phillpotts, Saurus

Will Self
“The postgrad at least knew enough to know that he would never know enough, lying under the stars which hung from the inky sky like bunches of inconceivably heavy, lustrous grapes, dusted with the yeast of eternity.”
Will Self

“Saturday is full of orange oranges,
Sunday is full of pink apples,
Monday is full of green limes,
Tuesday is full of red watermelons,
Wednesday is full of blue blueberries,
Thursday is full of purple grapes,
Friday is full of yellow bananas,
The week is full of rainbow fruit.”
Anthony T.Hincks

Pablo Neruda
“My love, suddenly
your hip
is the curve of the wineglass
filled to the brim,
your breast is the cluster,
your hair the light of alcohol,
your nipples, the grapes
your navel pure seal
stamped on your barrel of a belly,
and your love the cascade
of unquenchable wine,
the brightness that falls on my senses,
the earthen splendor of life.”
Pablo Neruda, The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems

Andrew Garve
“The fathers have eaten sour grapes and the children's teeth have been set on edge.”
Andrew Garve, The Late Bill Smith

Jesse Jackson
“If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.”
Jesse Jackson

Giovanni Boccaccio
“<...> в Берлинцоне, в стране басков, в области, называемой Живи-лакомо, где виноградные лозы подвязывают сосисками, гусь идет за копейку, да еще с гусенком впридачу; есть там гора вся из тертого пармезана, на которой живут люди и ничем другим не занимаются, как только готовят макароны и клецки, варят их в отваре из каплунов и бросают вниз; кто больше поймает, у того больше и бывает; а поблизости течет поток из Верначчьо, лучшего вина еще никто не пивал, и нет в нем ни капли воды.("Декамерон", Дж. Бокаччо)”
Giovanni Boccaccio, The Decameron

Lawrence Norfolk
“As he lifted the leather-bound cover, the musty smell of paper rose up. He turned the first mottled leaf and looked down at an elaborately drawn image. A brimming goblet was decorated with curling vines and bunches of grapes. But instead of wine or water, the cup was filled with words.
John stared at the alien symbols. He could not read. Around the goblet a strange garden grew. Honeycombs dripped and flowers like crocuses sprouted among thick-trunked trees. Vines draped themselves about their branches which bristled with leaves and bent under heavy bunches of fruit. In the far background John spied a roof with a tall chimney. His mother settled beside him.
'Palm trees...' she said. 'These are dates. Honey came from the hives and saffron came from these flowers. Grapes swelled on the vine...”
Lawrence Norfolk, John Saturnall's Feast