Cherries Quotes

What we do best is we target the young men and women who are on the fringe. They could go either way. Maybe they have been in trouble before, but not serious trouble. ... We cherry-pick them and circumvent them away from the gang members and drug dealers ... (and encourage) them to hang out with us and become a Guardian Angel.

I'll obey them in the winter when the doctors say to me I must give up ham and spinach, and obedient I'll be. To relieve my indigestion in December they can try, But there's none of them can stop me when it's time for cherry pie.

For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.

Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all.

I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.

Not many players get three cracks of the cherry.

The notion is called wabi-sabi life, like the cherry blossom, it is beautiful because of its impermanence, not in spite of it, more exquisite for the inevitability of loss.

Time will come; we will plant trees to other planets! I see the orange trees and the cherries in the far lands beyond the earth.

O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!

Audiences in London called me the girl with the black cherry eyes.

I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.

I say violence is necessary. It is as American as cherry pie.

Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top.

She's easy to lead around, a shiny present here, a pretty compliment there, and you have true love and a popped cherry sacrificed to the god of deception and hormones. Young girls are so ridiculous--so predictably easy.

If there were no cherry blossoms in this world How much more tranquil our hearts would be in spring.

I cannot tell a lie. I cut down the cherry tree.

Slushes. Do you know how much I love those? Cherry, especially.

When better cherries are not to be had, We needs must take the seeming best of bad.

Cherry cobbler is shortcake with a soul.

A relationship isn't going to make me survive. It's the cherry on top.

Disgraces are like cherries, one drawes another. [Disgraces are like cherries, one draws another.]

I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees

There's no diet list I'll follow that would rule out cherry pie.

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

There is money to be made in the market place, but under the cherry tree there is rest.

Only in dreams of spring Shall I ever see again The flowering of my cherry trees.

The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one.

Life is like a cocktail, made up for the most part of sweet things, and tinged with a dash of bitters. We must drain it to the dregs to get at the cherry, just as we must live a full and rounded life to know all its pleasures.

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

The cherries' only fault: the crowds that gather when they bloom

Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.

Just as cherry, plum, peach and damson blossoms all possess their own unique qualities, each person is unique. We cannot become someone else. The important thing is that we live true to ourselves and cause the great flower of our lives to blossom.

Here's an idea: let's get over ourselves, buy a cherry pie, and go fall in love with life.

You can't pick cherries with your back to the tree.

There's two kind of cherries, and two kind of fairies, and two kind of mothers I'm told.

pretty please, with a cherry on top of me!

My husband cooks fancier food for himself than I've ever cooked on-air. I call him from the road, and he's making champagne-vanilla salmon or black-cherry pork chop. Half of me is feeling unworthy. Not only am I not a chef, I'm not a better cook than my own husband!

Along the wide curving moat surrounding the palace, rows of cherry trees announced the end of their seasonal beauty. Some of the trees were weeping: blossoms in white and palest pink, ponderous with decreptitude, eddying on the brown water, stirred by the paddling of ducks.

If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?

I know that living with me was not a bowl of cherries.

No one wants a cherry pie that bites back.

For as long as I can remember, my father saved. He saves money, he saves disfigured sticks that resemble disfigured celebrities, and most of all, he saves food. Cherry tomatoes, sausage biscuits, the olives plucked from other people's martinis --he hides these things in strange places until they are rotten. And then he eats them.

How many million Aprils came before I ever knew how white a cherry bough could be, a bed of squills, how blue And many a dancing April when life is done with me, will lift the blue flame of the flower and the white flame of the tree Oh burn me with your beauty then, oh hurt me tree and flower, lest in the end death try to take even this glistening hour.

Outside it's a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand, and I look at him, and I raise our joined hands and Henry twirls me around and soon we're dancing down Belle Plaine Avenue, no music but the sound of cars whoosing by and our own laughter, and the smell of cherry blossoms that fall like snow on the sidewalk as we dance underneath the tress.

I have told you of the Spaniard who always put on his spectacles when about to eat cherries, that they might look bigger and more attempting. In like manner I made the most of my enjoyment s: and through I do not cast my cares away, I pack them in as little compass as I can, and carry them as conveniently as I can for myself, and never let them annoy others.

When the moon shall have faded out from the sky, and the sun shall shine at noonday a dull cherry red, and the seas shall be frozen over, and the icecap shall have crept downward to the equator from either pole . . . when all the cities shall have long been dead and crumbled into dust, and all life shall be on the last verge of extinction on this globe; then, on a bit of lichen, growing on the bald rocks beside the eternal snows of Panama, shall be seated a tiny insect, preening its antennae in the glow of the worn-out sun, the sole survivor of animal life on this our earth - a melancholy bug.

It isn't called TV money for nothing. There was a time where I paid my rent by doing theater for years, and I was able to buy groceries and pay my electric bill. I considered myself to be making a living as an actor. This kind of money that we make is a whole other level, of course. But it really is simply the cherry on top of a job and a role that I adore.

Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the moon while looking on the rain, to lower the blinds and be unaware of the passing of the spring - these are even more deeply moving. Branches about to blossom or gardens strewn with flowers are worthier of our admiration.

[W]hen the mind is really absent, in that silence, in that unlimited space, your potential starts glowing, radiating, flowering. Suddenly you are full of cherry blossoms, a new presence, a new fragrance.