Peaches Quotes

Quotes tagged as "peaches" (showing 1-18 of 18)
Jacqueline Kelly
“One day I would have all the books in the world, shelves and shelves of them. I would live my life in a tower of books. I would read all day long and eat peaches. And if any young knights in armor dared to come calling on their white chargers and plead with me to let down my hair, I would pelt them with peach pits until they went home.”
Jacqueline Kelly, The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate

Shel Silverstein
“Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond. Grew hisself a garden the likes of none. Sprouts all growin' comin' up glowin' Fruit of jewels all shinin' in the sun. Colors of the rainbow. See the sun and the rain grow sapphires and rubies on ivory vines, Grapes of jade, just ripenin' in the shade, just ready for the squeezin' into green jade wine. Pure gold corn there, Blowin' in the warm air. Ol' crow nibblin' on the amnythyst seeds. In between the diamonds, Ol' man Simon crawls about pullin' out platinum weeds. Pink pearl berries, all you can carry, put 'em in a bushel and haul 'em into town. Up in the tree there's opal nuts and gold pears- Hurry quick, grab a stick and shake some down. Take a silver tater, emerald tomater, fresh plump coral melons. Hangin' in reach. Ol' man Simon, diggin' in his diamonds, stops and rests and dreams about one... real... peach.”
Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

Alice Walker
“Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.”
Alice Walker, Home Girls: A Black Feminist Anthology

Rachel Hartman
“Peaches and Cheese”:

The vagabond sun winks down through the trees,
While lilacs, like memories, waft on the breeze,
My friend, I was born for days such as these,
To inhale perfume,
And cut through the gloom,
And feast like a king upon peaches and cheese!
I’ll travel this wide world and go where I please,
Can’t stop my wand’ring, it’s like a disease.
My only regret as I cross the high seas:
What I leave behind,
Though I hope to find,
My own golden city of peaches and cheese!

Rachel Hartman, Seraphina

“When you paint Spring, do not paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots, but just paint Spring. To paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots is to paint willows, plums, peaches, or apricots - it is not yet painting Spring.”
Eihei Dogen

Sanober  Khan
“you are ever
the only one

i want to give
all the peaches
in my heart to

the only one
by whom
i want them bruised.”
Sanober Khan

Rick Riordan
“This brings to mind an expression I coined ages ago: A peach a day keeps the plague spirits away!'
Percy sneezed. 'I though it was apples and doctors.'
The karpos hissed.
'Or peaches,' Percy said. 'Peaches work too.'
'Peaches,' agrees the karpos.
Percy wiped his nose. 'Not criticizing, but why is her grooting?”
Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle

Rachel Coker
“Maybe that's what our friendship was. It was the feeling that we didn't have to speak or explain. We could sit in the darkness and watch the tadpoles just as easily as we could lie out in the heat and breathe in the smell of peaches and gravel, all without saying a word.”
Rachel Coker

Alice Walker
“I am an expression of the divine, just like a peach is, just like a fish is.”
Alice Walker, The Color Purple

Robert R. Mitchell
“The way he talked about moving south reminded us of the Joads in Grapes of Wrath. He was a smart kid, but all he was thinking about was peaches.
-Only Shot At A Good Tombstone, page 24”
Robert R. Mitchell, Only Shot at a Good Tombstone

Pearl S. Buck
“The first peaches of spring - the first peaches! Buy, eat, purge your bowels of the poisons of winter!”
Pearl S. Buck, The Good Earth

Anthony Doerr
“How about peaches, dear?” murmurs Madame Manec, and Marie-Laure can hear a can opening, juice slopping into a bowl. Seconds later, she’s eating wedges of wet sunlight.”
Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

Allegra Goodman
“She turned the next several pages and found a black-ink drawing on a slip of typing paper, a nude woman holding a round fruit to her mouth. Jess plucked it out and read the collector's tiny caption: "Do I dare to eat a peach?"
"Will you?" George asked, closing the book and placing it atop the cabinet.
"Maybe," Jess said lightly. "Do you have any?"
"No peaches."
"Oh, well. I can't ruin this dress, anyway."
Words he took as permission to look openly at her. The fabric of her dress, gray and wrinkled at first glance, was really silver. No one else would wear fabric like that, rustling with every breath.”
Allegra Goodman, The Cookbook Collector

Judith M. Fertig
“The flavor that came to me was a luscious Suncrest peach that I once had in California. This heirloom variety needed time to ripen on the tree to achieve its peak flavor. Unlike other peaches that were picked unripe so they would ship more easily. Suncrest peaches had to be eaten right away. But they were worth it- fragrant, luscious, juice-dripping-down-your-chin perfection.
The problem was that I didn't have any peach mousse or filling. But I quickly improvised.
"You're getting married in August, when peaches are in season," I said. "Taste our browned butter yellow cake with a little apricot and some vanilla-almond buttercream, and see what you think."
As they each took a small bite of what I hoped would be their signature cake flavors, I was drawn back into the taste of the peach. It was juicy and sweet, but as I got close to the center of the peach, their was an off flavor of rot. In my mind's eye, I could see a darkened area close to the center that would soon cause the peach to wither. I knew what that meant.
I didn't know whose life would be blighted, but these golden days were few. They wouldn't have much time together.”
Judith Fertig, The Memory of Lemon

Judith M. Fertig
“The flavor the came to me was a luscious Sincerest peach that I once had in California. This heirloom variety needed time to ripen on the tree to achieve its peak flavor. Unlike other peaches that were picked unripe so they would ship more easily, Sincerest peaches had to be eaten right away. But they were worth it- fragrant, luscious, juice-dripping-down-your-chin perfection.”
Judith Fertig, The Memory of Lemon

Meia Geddes
“Suffice to say, the dream writer had a way of phrasing things. She could depict the curve of a cucumber, the shape of a sunbeam, the endearing, velvety tilt of a peach, in just such a way that she earned her living selling dreams. One simply made a selection, read it in solitude, and let it percolate till sleep. People swore they fell directly into her renderings, and one even asked if the dream writer could write a dream of dreaming forever. The dream writer could not do this, but she hired dream apprentices to expand the reach of her dreams and she wrote dreams for herself in which she would sit at a desk, pen in hand, and write even more dreams. This nearly doubled her output.”
Meia Geddes, The Little Queen

Linda Francis Lee
“Without thinking about what she was doing, she pulled blueberries from the icebox and peaches from the fruit bin.
She might have only been seven years old, but she was smart enough to know that her mother would have a fit if she pulled out knives, or did anything near the two-burner hot plate. Instead, Portia, pulled the peaches apart, catching the sticky-sweet juice on her tongue as it ran down her fingers. She found a slice of angel food cake wrapped in plastic and plopped the fruit on top.”
Linda Francis Lee, The Glass Kitchen

“The waiter walked over with a tray and two orangey-pink drinks. He placed them on the table. "Georgia Peaches. Peach schnapps, brandy, cranberry juice- the first request the bartender's ever had for one of these.”
Jenny Nelson, Georgia's Kitchen