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Quotations about Fruits
The strawberry... It is born of the copious dews, the fragrant nights, the tender skies, the plentiful rains of the early season. The singing of birds is in it, and the health and frolic of lusty Nature. It is the product of liquid May touched by the June sun. It has the tartness, the briskness, the unruliness of spring, and the aroma and intensity of summer. ~John Burroughs
Fruit only angers my need for chocolate. ~Jason Love
Did you notice how her hair smells like fruit? Not the real fruit but the good kind, like in candy. ~The Middle, "The Core Group," 2016, written by Ilana Wernick [S8, E1. Axl, to Frankie, about his girlfriend April –tg]
Why not go out on a limb? Isn’t that where the fruit is? ~Frank Scully
I feel that the juices of the fruits which I have eaten, the melons and apples, have ascended to my brain and are stimulating it. They give me a heady force. ~Henry David Thoreau, journal, 1851
I loved to climb high in the trees, very tall,
And to gather the beechnuts late in the Fall;
To pick the ripe berries, so luscious and sweet,
That grew in the meadows, right down at my feet.
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "A Leaf from Memories' Book" (1940s)
To make an apple pie, you need wheat, apples, a pinch of this and that, and the heat of an oven. The ingredients are made of molecules, which in turn, are made of atoms. Except for hydrogen, the atoms are made in stars. A star is a kind of cosmic kitchen inside which atoms of hydrogen are cooked into heavier atoms. The hydrogen was made in the Big Bang, the explosion that began the Cosmos. If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe. ~Carl Sagan, Cosmos, 1980 [a little altered —tg]
Any fool can count the seeds in an apple. Only God can count all the apples in one seed. ~Robert H. Schuller (1926–2015)
Most people who eat them are agreed that there is more in the grapefruit than meets the eye. ~Punch, 1934
Apples have other virtues than those that nourish merely. They refresh the spirits by their taste and perfume... A dish of the choice kinds standing in one's study shall perfume his composition and rejoice his temper whensoever he tastes them. ~Amos Bronson Alcott (1799–1888)
Keep as near as ever you can to the first sources of supply — fruits and vegetables. ~Benjamin Ward Richardson (1828–1896)
Always eat grapes downwards — that is, always eat the best grape first; in this way there will be none better left on the bunch, and each grape will seem good down to the last. If you eat the other way, you will not have a good grape in the lot... ~Samuel Butler
The strawberry, in the main, repeats the form of the human heart, and perhaps, of all the small fruits known to man, none other is so deeply and fondly cherished, or hailed with such universal delight, as this lowly but youth-renewing berry. ~John Burroughs
There is something in the flavor and aroma of the fresh strawberry that no amount of skill has been able to preserve. ~E. F. White, "Spring Soda Fountain Thoughts," 1908
Garfield: My inner beast desires a snack!
Jon: How about a nice, frothy fruit smoothie?
Garfield: Inner beasts don't do frothy and fruity.
~Jim Davis, Garfield, 2006
Lemon juice is good for everything. ~Ethel Pochocki (1925–2010), "Chester's Rare Affliction," The Attic Mice, 1990
In every orchard Autumn stands,
With apples in his golden hands.
Three wild strawberries, nodding on their long stems, hung over my face... The berries were not the round and rosy ones of the meadow, but the long, slender, dark crimson ones of the forest. One, two, three... each one as it touched my lips was a drop of nectar and a crumb of ambrosia, a concentrated essence of all the pungent sweetness of the wildwood, sapid, penetrating, and delicious. I tasted the odour of a hundred blossoms and the green shimmering of innumerable leaves and the sparkle of sifted sunbeams and the breath of highland breezes and the song of many birds and the murmur of flowing streams, — all in a wild strawberry. ~Henry Van Dyke, Fisherman's Luck, 1899
Oh, you may have the wild rose
As gentle as a maiden's dream;
I'll take a fairer bloom that blows—
The wild strawberry (with cream)!...
~Gerald Raftery (1905–1986), "Nature Lover," 1941
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard... ~Walt Whitman
Strawberries are angels of the earth — innocent and sweet with green leafy wings reaching heavenward. ~Terri Guillemets, "Lunch from the sun," 1992
And, of course, the funniest food: kumquats. I don't even bring them home anymore. I sit there laughing and they go to waste. ~George Carlin, "Fussy Eater (Part 1)," A Place for My Stuff, 1981
Apple-tree, apple-tree, crowned with delight,
Give me your fruit for a pie if you will;—
Crusty I'll make it, and juicy and light!—
Give me your treasure to mate with my skill!
~Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron, "September," A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband with Bettina's Best Recipes, 1917
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. ~African-American proverb
That a slender wooden tree twig can give birth to luscious pears, apples, peaches remains an extraordinary feat. ~Dr. SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com, tweet, 2012
Buy me no meat, but mellow
Apricots, melons yellow,
Cream, and strawberries.
These have the sweetest savor
Eaten in forest cave, or
Lying by brooks that rave or
Streamlet that singing tarries.
~Pierre de Ronsard (1524–1585), "Summer's Revel," translated by Curtis Hidden Page, 1903
How deep or perhaps slaty sky-blue are those blueberries that grow in the shade! It is an unexpected and thrilling discovery to find such ethereal fruits in dense drooping clusters under the fresh green of oak and hickory sprouts. ~Henry David Thoreau, journal, 1852
Is there anything like the odor of strawberries? The next best thing to tasting them is to smell them; one may put his nose to the dish while the fruit is yet too rare and choice for his fingers. Touch not and taste not, but take a good smell and go mad! ~John Burroughs
Yes, a veritable apple-bearing tree, too, here in the very midst of pines and beeches, a mile away from any orchard. I was here one day last spring and found it, all white with blossom. So I resolved I'd come again the fall and see if it had been apples... I suppose it sprang years ago from some chance-sown seed... The apples proved to be delicious. Under the tawny skin was a white, white flesh, faintly veined with red; and, besides their own proper apple taste, they had a certain wild, delightful tang no orchard-grown apple ever possessed. ~L. M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island, 1915
One summer a friend said to me: You should see a psychiatrist about your abnormal affection for your strawberries... ~Ruth Stout, The Ruth Stout No-Work Garden Book, 1971
Dark red cherries
in a ripe
Bowl of Summer
A fruit is a vegetable with looks and money. Plus, if you let fruit rot, it turns into wine, something Brussels sprouts never do. ~P. J. O'Rourke, The Bachelor Home Companion, 1987
A man who was fond of wine was offered some grapes at dessert after dinner. "Much obliged," said he, pushing the plate aside; "I am not accustomed to take my wine in pills." ~Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, A Handbook of Gastronomy (Physiologie du goût), 1825, translated from French
What is that fruit, so round and sweet,
So nice to smell, so good to eat,
Which gives the children such a treat?
~Anonymous, "The Orange," 1800s, in imitation of Ann Taylor's "My Mother"
PRUNE A plum that has seen better days. ~Charles Wayland Towne, The Foolish Dictionary, Executed by Gideon Wurdz, Master of Pholly, Doctor of Loquacious Lunacy, etc., 1904
I don't think it's possible to eat strawberries without feeling a little bit sensual. ~Keith Wynn, @ravenrhapsodies, tweet, 2020
This special feeling towards fruit, its glory and abundance, is I would say universal... We respond to strawberry fields or cherry orchards with a delight that a cabbage patch or even an elegant vegetable garden cannot provoke. ~Jane Grigson, 1981
Ripe grapes with purpling lustre shine
Where graceful droops the clinging vine.
~Phebe A. Holder, "A Song of October," in The Queries Magazine, October 1890
Men have sung the praises of fishing and hunting, they have extolled the joys of boating and riding, they have dwelt at length upon the pleasures of automobiling. But there is one — sport, shall I call it? — which no one seems to have thought worth mentioning: the gentle sport of berrying... huckleberrying! How can I adequately sing the praises of the gentle, the neat, the comfortable huckleberry!... Yes, when the sun is hot and the wind is cool, when the woods have gathered their birds and their secrets to their very hearts, when the sky is deeply, warmly blue, and the clouds pile soft, then give me a pail and let me wander up, up to the great open berry lots. I will let the sun shine on me and the wind blow me, and I will love the whole big world, and I will think not a single thought, and at sundown I will come home with a full pail and a contentedly empty mind. ~Elisabeth Woodbridge, "The Lure of the Berry," The Jonathan Papers, 1912 [a little altered —tg]
The market is full of delights in July:
Fresh vegetables, berries, red cherries for pie!
~Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron, "July," A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband with Bettina's Best Recipes, 1917
Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season. ~Terri Guillemets, "Seasonal emotions," 2011
Mon ami, an apple is an excellent thing — until you have tried a peach! ~George du Maurier, Trilby, 1894
PEACHES AND CREAM will convert any man on the face of the earth... ~Josh Billings, revised by H. Montague
If junk food is the devil, then a sweet orange is as scripture. ~Terri Guillemets, "Art of nutrition," 1993
A Frenchman once said that there is only fifteen minutes in the life of a pear when it is worth eating. ~Harry Bowling, "Pears and Acorns," 1913
He reckoned that there was only a quarter of an hour in the life of a pear when it is just right to eat. Before that it isn't ripe enough, and after that it is beginning to go sleepy. ~Gardeners' Chronicle and Horticulture Trade Journal, 1984
Of ice and glass the tinkle,
Peaches without a wrinkle;
Cherries and snow at will,
From china bowls that fill
The senses with a sweet
Incuriousness of heat;
A melon's dripping sherds;
Dusk dairies set with curds —
To live, I think of these!
~William Ernest Henley (1849–1903), "Ballade Made in the Hot Weather"
CIDER may be a good temperance beverage, but I have seen folks so drunk on it that they couldn't tell one of the 10 commandments from a by-law of a base-ball club. ~Josh Billings, revised by H. Montague
The fruiterers' shops were radiant in their glory. There were great, round, pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped like the waistcoats of jolly old gentlemen, lolling at the doors, and tumbling out into the street in their apoplectic opulence. There were pears and apples clustered high in blooming pyramids; there were bunches of grapes, made, in the shopkeepers' benevolence, to dangle from conspicuous hooks that people's mouths might water gratis as they passed; there were piles of filberts, mossy and brown, recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks among the woods, and pleasant shufflings ankle deep through withered leaves; there were Norfolk Biffins, squab and swarthy, setting off the yellow of the oranges and lemons, and, in the great compactness of their juicy persons, urgently entreating and beseeching to be carried home in paper bags and eaten after dinner.
The Grocers'! oh, the Grocers'! The blended scents of tea and coffee were so grateful to the nose, the raisins so plentiful and rare, the almonds so extremely white, the sticks of cinnamon so long and straight, the other spices so delicious, the candied fruits so caked and spotted with molten sugar as to make the coldest lookers-on feel faint. The figs were moist and pulpy; the French plums blushed in their modest tartness from their highly-decorated boxes. ~Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol, 1843 [a little altered —tg]
Right glad am I when Christmas comes,
With puddings, mince-pies, tarts, and buns,
And, best of all, thy golden suns,
~Anonymous, "The Orange," 1800s, in imitation of Ann Taylor's "My Mother"
Later that same night, alone again, I cried and decided to drown my sorrows in an Orange Julius. ~Woody Allen, "How Bogart made me the superb lover I am today," in LIFE, 1969
The field was broad, and the strawberries sweet,
That hung where wind and sunshine meet.
They parted the grass with fingers fair,
And gathered strawberries red with care:
They parted the grass, and their fingers grew
Scarlet with strawberry blood or dew...
~Sara L. Vickers Oberholtzer, "The Strawberry Tryst," Come for Arbutus, and Other Wild Bloom, 1882
The life of Marian Evans had much I never knew — a doom of fruit without the bloom, like the Negra fig... ~Emily Dickinson, 1885
Banana Rule: The rule that states while someone is eating a banana, no one can make eye contact with that person. ~Doub J,, entry at UrbanDictionary.com, 2008
a sweet ripe
bowl that tastes
of summer —
~Terri Guillemets, "Cantaloupe," 1992
One cantaloupe is ripe and lush,
Another's green, another's mush.
I'd buy a lot more cantaloupe
If I possessed a fluoroscope.
~Ogden Nash (1902–1971), "The Cantaloupe"
An identity long ago observed, or, I may say, never not observed, as if the gardener among his vines is in the presence of his ancestors, or shall I say, the orchardist is a pear raised to the highest power. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Walnuts the fruiterer's hand, in autumn, stain,
Blue plums and juicy pears augment his gain...
~John Gay, Trivia: or, The Art of Walking the Streets of London, 1716
Patty: Angela, orange juice doesn't grow on trees.
Angela: It sorta does.
~My So-Called Life, "Father Figures," 1994, written by Winnie Holzman [S1, E4]
Trees bend down with plum and pear,
Rosy apples scent the air,
Nuts are ripening everywhere.
~Mrs. Hawtrey, "Autumn," 1800s
Vegetables are food of the earth, but fruits taste of the heavens. ~Terri Guillemets, "And the juice runneth," 1993
Most compilers of anthologies of poetry or of epigrams are like people eating cherries or oysters: they start by picking out the best and end up eating the lot. ~Sébastien-Roch Nicolas Chamfort (c.1740–1794), translated by Douglas Parmée
Original post date 2000 Jun 22
Revised 2014 Jan 20, 2020 Apr 19
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