Chocolate Store Quotes

“All I really, really want to do is find a very, very fine chocolate store that I can walk into and then figure out how in the world one manages to pick out just a few chocolates out of all those very many chocolates! If I am one day able to walk into a fine chocolate store and know for certain which chocolates I want, when that happens, I will believe myself to be accomplished!”
― C. JoyBell C.

“And yet there is something oddly attractive about the crowded shop window with its piles of boxes and tins, and its Hallowe'en witches in darkest chocolate and colored straw, and plump marzipan pumpkins and maple-candy skulls just glimpsed beneath the half-closed shutter.
There was a scent too- a smoky scent of apples and burnt sugar, vanilla and rum and cardamom and chocolate.”
― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow

“What was the Phoenix in the end but a roof and walls? Much had happened beneath and within them-- happiness, discovery, death and love. But it was the people-- both in the kitchen and those they served-- who made the chocolate house what it was.”
― Karen Brooks, The Chocolate Maker's Wife

“I think of the mysterious glass jar of gold sprinkles that arrived when I needed it most, of the note that simply said For courage. How far I have come since the day it arrived. How brave I’ve learned to be. And just like that, in a flash of inspiration, I know what to name this place.

Two months later

“Welcome to the grand opening of Sprinkle,” I announce proudly, holding the door wide for my parade of guests.”
― Rachel Linden, A Sprinkle of Sweet Serendipity

“Everywhere I look there are truffles and bonbons, caramels and pralines artfully arranged in gleaming glass-and-wood cases around the store. Under a glass dome on the counter sits a very special collection of ruby chocolate truffles filled with rose and cardamom cream and adorned with gold sprinkles. Those are not for sale. They’re only for guests who come in looking weary or stressed or heartbroken. They’re a gift for anyone who looks like they need a little burst of courage.
I gaze around in satisfaction. The shop looks exactly as I dreamed it would, with dark wood floors, big light-filled windows, and a few whimsical decorations. I got my tree at last— painted silver with twinkly lights and chocolate ornaments, and a bird’s nest of spun chocolate with colorful chocolate eggs perched in the branches. There’s a big, black old-fashioned cash register at the longest counter, and behind it a mural a local artist painted depicting a beautiful meadow of wildflowers sloping down to a whitecapped sea. It’s elegant and a touch quirky and exactly what I had in mind. Well, except for the case of fudge prominently displayed in front of one of the big windows. I thought I was done with fudge, but it turns out that making a couple of batches a week actually feels nostalgic. Seeing the fudge now makes me smile and think of Dad. I believe he would have loved how this is turning out.”
― Rachel Linden, A Sprinkle of Sweet Serendipity