Peaches Quotes

“Leeda knew friends never turned out to be what you expected. They came and went in waves, pulling away and coming back, leaving you feeling safe one minute and lost the next.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“Loyalty was a funny thing. So was love. They both bit you when you least expected it.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“The rain sounded like it was washing the whole world away.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“The day felt almost like any other day of the summer, like they'd rewound and summer was still ahead of them. But this time, from the start, there would be no question of whether they had each other or not.
This time, they would know.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“It made her think about how she couldn't believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“With her mother, Leeda acted a lot.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“The moment slipped away, but because it wasn’t perfect, it was the most perfect one she could remember having”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“I just love crazy people like this,' Murphy said. 'Jack Kerouac people. Mad to live, mad to die, that kind of thing.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“It tasted somehow like orange and green and dizzyingly sweet, but like Birdie had said, not too sweet. The taste was so rich it made her lips pulse. It was different on different parts of her tongue---the tartness hit the tip, the sweetness tingled at the sides and at the back.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“It made her think about how she couldn’t believe how big the universe was, but how small it was for her”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“Birdie, this is for adults to figure out.”
Birdie planted her feet where she stood. “I am an adult.”
Walter shook his head. “You don't know what that means.” He stood up to walk off the porch. Birdie blocked his way.
“I know it means carrying the load with Mom gone. I know it means all the work I did all summer, doing your office work, directing the harvest, making sure the tractors were running. I know it means picking up the slack and all the things you weren’t doing.”
Walter shook his head at her. “Birdie, shut your mouth….”
“Does it mean giving up? Because that’s what you did, you know.” Her voice broke all along the syllables of the words.
Walter’s hands shot out and grasped her shoulders. “Go up to your room. I don't want to see you….”
“You don’t see me anyway. You know, I spend the night with a guy, Dad. Is that adult enough for you?”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“Birdie, he likes you. Why wouldn’t he? You’re beautiful, you’re funny, you’re sweet.”
“You have the best hair,” Murphy added.
Leeda nodded in agreement. “You pick a mean peach. You know how to do all this farm stuff that makes you look cool. You’re a steel magnolia.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“Every night she was shocked by the many uses of peaches. The women knew how to make anything out of them---peach-and-pecan soup, peach salsa, peach-and-onion fritters, peach-and-amaretto jelly. They combined them with the produce of their vegetable garden, which lay behind the men’s dorm. When the men cooked, it was less creative---burgers, sometimes steak. But there was always corn on the cob, cucumber-and-parsley salad with cider vinegar, beans, mild white cheese crumbled on tortillas and cooked over the open fire.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“It had been a couple of days since the girls had snuck out to the lake, and since then she’d been working harder. Not for Walter or for Darlington Orchard, but because of Birdie.
She could see her through the trees, talking to a pair of workers by the house, looking unsure of herself as usual, her big eyes thoughtful. Murphy ruminated that she might be the first really nice person Murphy had ever met and actually liked. It was something about the way she was so sweet but so rugged when it came to the farm stuff---knowing all about the farm and the animals, like with the sleeping bird the other night. Yesterday she’d driven by in a rusted-out red tractor, spraying the trees. She was sweet. But she wasn’t soft. Murphy could respect that. And she had the uneasy feeling that she didn’t want to let her down.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“The sun had just laid the first orange slices on the horizon. It lit up the manicured grounds of the clubhouse on the rise, the rooftops of the condos in the distance, making the country club look a but like Disney World. Birdie had been to Disney World, but she’d never liked it. It didn’t feel like real life.
The view was enough to make a person think that God was smiling on Horatio Balmeade. He would never have to worry about frost, unless it might kill his imported pine trees, which had no business being in Georgia in the first place. A person could assume that his club would never have any problems, that it would always be perfect, and that at some point it was inevitable it would swallow up the mess of the orchard.
But Birdie saw it differently.
She took it as a good omen that the sun, though it was shining on Horatio Balmeade and all of his glittering property, was the exact same color every morning. That is, it was the exact same color as peaches.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“Murphy peered around, then touched a few of the bushes, letting her fingers run along the ridges of the leaves while she looked at the different shapes and structures of them and the plants they belonged to. There were rosebushes, azaleas, peonies---none of them blooming yet, all being strangled by kudzu and grapevines. It was like a nightmare garden---the kind a creepy old lady with a bunch of cats would have, Murphy decided. A creepy old lady in an old wedding dress she’d been wearing since being jilted at the altar fifty years ago.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“The orchard smelled thick: Scents of mud, buds, insects, and early-blooming flowers overlapped one another. Murphy had spent all her life breathing the aroma of fry grease and parking lot weeds. Squirrels darted up and down the trees, and rabbits and the occasional groundhog watched Murphy work, reminding her that the orchard was the world to them, that they’d never seen Taco Bell and would never be roadkill. It was actually comforting. It was still earth, but without the crap.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“She gave Honey Babe and Majestic, each named after a breed of peach, a caramel-drenched Girl Scout Samoa, then polished off the rest of the box herself.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“The only thing Birdie was ever interested in was home. There was nothing Birdie loved more than to curl up in her window seat and watch the orchard. She knew what animals burrowed where, and what flowers bloomed when, and what trees produced the best fruit. She listened to the farm’s rhythms through the screen like the beat of the heart of someone she loved.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches

“Last summer, when the Cawley-Smiths had visited Tokyo, she’d been so loved by all the guys at the clubs, they kept asking if she was Charlize Theron.
Leeda was like David Hasselhoff. She was loved in Japan.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Peaches