Thyme Quotes

“They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by. They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.”
― Enid Blyton, The Secret Island

“We walked among the different plants and by using The Book, we did our best to identify them and understand how to use them. Some were easy- spearmint, "for refreshment, strength, and healing," and rosemary, "for remembrance, and the prevention of nightmares." We also found a swathe of sage, which could be used "to cultivate wisdom and intelligence." When I came across a bunch of plants with dark green leaves and tiny white flowers, it took us quite a while to identify it by its drawing in The Book: gotu kola, an herb that could "restore the senses and clear confusion."
"Oh, look at this one," I said. "Saffron, for success. I should probably bake with that."
"If only it grew here," said Vik.
Finally, on the bank of a small stream, we found gigantic thyme stems, almost two feet tall and topped with plump clusters of purple flowers. "What's thyme good for?" I asked Vik as I plucked a dozen stems and inhaled their herbaceous scent.
"Thyme attracts affection, loyalty, and the goodwill of others," read Vik, "and can foster strength and courage when needed.”
― Rajani LaRocca, Midsummer's Mayhem

“The smell of thyme was pungent in the air. It grew wild by the roadside. Thyme improves the memory, Joe used to say. He used to make a syrup out of it, keeping it in a bottle in the pantry. Two tablespoonsful every morning before breakfast. That clear greenish liquid smelled exactly like the night air over Lansquenet, crisp and earthy and nostalgic, like a summer day's weeding in the herb garden, and the radio on...”
― Joanne Harris, Blackberry Wine

“Milly went to work on her piecrust. After she'd rolled out the bottom layer and then the top one, she moved on to the kidney beans. She didn't know that the beans had to be soaked in warm water overnight and then cooked for several hours otherwise they'd upset the digestive tract- 'to the point of tears,' Milly would read later in the cookbook. She plucked a sprig of thyme from her herb box on the windowsill and dropped it, along with the beans, into the pie.
'Poor things,' she said to her herbs, stroking their leaves, which were soft as feathers.”
― Rebecca Rasmussen, The Bird Sisters

“We confit the leg and serve that with roasted fig and butternut chips, whatever, that's a different prep. But the breast we sear off, right, and the potatoes we slice thick and roast with a little thyme. Crisp up the duck skin, let the fat render, and a minute or two before you take it off the flame to rest, you brush the meat side with some mustard thinned with a little olive oil. You let the breast rest on the potatoes, mustard side down, for maybe two minutes before serving. The juices mingle with the mustard and the thyme and the olive oil on the potatoes, and boom- dish has a sauce by the time you serve it. It's a self-saucing dish.”
― Michelle Wildgen, Bread and Butter

“Thyme, or 'dawn in paradise,'
I go there with the dead.
They die by someone else's hand
Whose souls sleep in my bed.”
― Virginia Hartman, The Marsh Queen

“Thyme attracts affection, loyalty, and the goodwill of others. . .and can foster strength and courage when needed.”
― Rajani LaRocca, Midsummer's Mayhem

“Remember to be patient and kind. A little bit of thyme and honey goes a long way.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler

“We dragged a table outside for a picnic in the gardens, and flowers burst in color around us in the golden hour sun. The herb-scented air is almost as delicious as the food we’ve spread out. Benedictine and pimento cheese sandwiches, coleslaw, cornbread muffins, icebox banana pudding, ambrosia salad, and a huge pitcher of sweet tea.
At the end of the table, Governess Zeen chats with Ms. Buchanan, while Silas and Rett keep Beauregard occupied with a ball nearby. Every time the poodle bounds too close to a flower bed, the Warlock winces.
“I’m guessing the flavor is sugar?” Arna Jean asks me from her seat next to Ms. Zeen.
“A honey and thyme cake,” I reply. A halo of frosted watercress leaves and thyme sprigs crown the Warlock’s cake, encircling a piped Happy Birthdays, plural.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler