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.
Receive a plum, return a peach.
Peach: [yawns] Morning. It's morning, everyone! Today's the day! The sun is shining, the tank is clean, and we are gonna get out of... [beat] Peach: [gasps] The tank is clean. [yells] Peach: The tank is clean!
Happiness is a risk. If you’re not a little scared, then you’re not doing it right.
Give your friend a pig and your enemy a peach.
You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there's still going to be somebody who hates peaches.
Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.
One does a whole painting for one peach and people think just the opposite - that particular peach is but a detail.
Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.
People always say life is too short for regrets. But the truth is, it's too long.
Every morning, I eat one fat-free yogurt with a sliced peach when peaches are in season, and one thin slice of whole-wheat bread. The same thing. I don't want to get fat. And I want to keep my fitness.
It felt as though they were the only people in the world, two young women about to bury the symbol of their helplessness, as if that's all it would take to make them whole again.
John Book: [John has returned from town, Rachel is labeling freshly canned peaches, John returns his gun and bullets] Here. Don't put 'em in the peaches.
[the Tank Gang is watching the dentist] Deb: What have we got? Peach: Root canal, and by the looks of those X-rays, it's not going to be pretty. [Dentist drills and patient screams] Bloat: Rubber dam and clamp installed? Peach: Yep. Gurgle: What did ...
. . . And as fall turned to winter, the Darlington peach trees started dropping their leaves again, gently, like they were letting them go. It wasnt the same as giving them up. It wasnt the same as losing them.
But that would leave Paxton to fend for herself, and the last thing any woman wanted in this kind of situation was to look around and see all the people who could help her doing nothing.
...Agatha had declared that her friendship to Georgie still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.
He didn't think he belonged here, so she was making him face some uncomfortable facts. People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.
Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But sometimes when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.
Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.
We're connected, as women. It's like a spiderweb. If one part of that web vibrates, if there's trouble, we all know it, but most of the time we're just too scared, or selfish, or insecure to help. But if we don't help each other, who will?
