Berry Quotes

“That's what life is: a bunch of thorns, and a berry.”
― Rivka Galchen, Everyone Knows Your Mother Is a Witch

“Many different kinds of sprouts lay torn. Green, purple and orange leaves lay scattered across the dark soil, and the thorn fence surrounding the bed had a fist-sized hole in it. Teacher eased himself into a squat, poked at the inside of the hole. Whatever made the hole had left blood on the thorns. The sprouts looked like wispy ghosts, pale and broken. Their delicate leaves and stems were riddled with bites. Life drained out of them like water dripping from a hanging cloth, and a breeze made them dance sadly. It felt like a funeral.
Teacher picked up a gnawed berry and gently squeezed it until purple juice dripped down his thumb. He placed the berry by the plant’s roots.
Chandi’s small face bunched up. “Are they dead?”
“They’re dying, yes.” Yuvali took her hand. “But their bodies will help other plants grow.”
― B.T. Lowry, Fire from the Overworld

“She sings it like she'd telling you a truth you don't necessarily see right away.”
― Mariko Tamaki, Anne of Greenville

“She sings it like she's telling you a truth you don't necessarily see right away.”
― Mariko Tamaki, Anne of Greenville

“She'd grown up on a sun-drenched island called Eano, where you were in far more danger of sunburn than frostbite. She used to walk barefoot through the sand and feel it tickle her toes on her way to her cousins' house, and she'd swim every sunset in the sun-warmed water before her parents called her in for dinner. At the height of summer, you could cook mussels and clams by leaving them out on the rocks, and you had to drink fruit juice to stay hydrated or you'd risk the wrath of the cluster of grandfathers who'd hand out pitchers of guava and watery sweet-berry juice at every street corner. Remembering, Terlu could almost taste the hint of sweet-berry. It was the flavor of the summer solstice, when the whole island would be decked out in flowers and smell like chocolate and cinnamon and citrus as every baker and aspiring baker would compete to create the most delectable pastries for the Summer Feast...”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Enchanted Greenhouse