Radish Quotes & Sayings

It's like this ... a starving man would gladly eat a radish, right? In fact, a radish would be a feast if that's all he had. But if he had a buffet in front of him, the radish would never be chosen. — Colleen Houck

I think sometimes I think too damn much. I worry about this and that and everything else and then I wake up and four more years have slipped right out the back door. — Kris Radish

It's so odd, isn't it? That know we are all going to die, & that we have these difficult passages to go through with our parents & friends, & other people we love & care about who are also going to die, & yet it's almost as if we are never really ready. — Kris Radish

Cat watched Seth's face for any reaction but the guy was cool as a cucumber. Or a radish. The saying didn't make sense anyway; she might as well change the vegetable to something she liked to eat. "Jealous? — Lynn Cahoon

The worm in the radish doesn't think there is anything sweeter. — Sholem Aleichem

Think of all the fabulous things that have happened in the world because someone has just done it-you know, just jumped off the cliff and worried about the dangers when it's all over. — Kris Radish

As any gardener will tell you, the cycles of nature require patience ... Even a fast-growing vegetable like a radish requires time. — M.J. Ryan

Every radish I ever pulled up seemed to have a mortgage attached to it. — Ed Wynn

Worry can bring you down to nothing and make you doubt everything you know about yourself. — Kris Radish

Not going back is fine.
Not going back but occasionally visiting might be best.
Not going back but remembering so you don't see the same view twice.
Not going back so you can turn a new page, write a new chapter, develop an entire new list.
Not going back so you can stretch and grow and see yourself in a light that you never knew existed.
Not going back so that you can fly. Fly. — Kris Radish

She will see & know for certain that everything is going to be just fine. But this day, this first day, ... & when the wings of change have brushed against her life yet again, she just wants to be pissed off. — Kris Radish

No matter how together we are, no matter how many friends or kids or partners or dogs or goats we have, there are always moments where we not only feel alone, but lonely. — Kris Radish

Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. — William Shakespeare

Family does not mean people with the same last name or the same DNA. It means people who care about you, who you trust, who you care about
people you can count on. — Kris Radish

Thank you, horseradish, for being neither a radish nor a horse. What you are is a liar food. — Jimmy Fallon

Plant a radish, get a radish, never any doubt. That's why I love vegetables, you know what they're about! — Tom Jones

The combination of radish, butter, salt, and bread seems like it can't be improved upon, except perhaps if you replace the butter with avocado, which I think of as vegetable butter. — Clotilde Dusoulier

Spare feast! a radish and an egg. — William Cowper

I don't like to leave what I'm going to eat in other people's hands, so I'll pack my own lunch. I chop up a salad with lots of greens - everything from spinach, baby spinach, arugula, cucumber, avocado, radish, cauliflower, and green olives to parsley and cilantro, all chopped really fine - with a piece of wild salmon. I even bring my own tea in a Thermos. — Miranda Kerr

Not only are there many ways to grieve, but showing sorrow, reaching out, being honest about your loss is as important as anything ... Go kiss someone, go swim naked, go quit the job you hate, go celebrate your own life before it's over. Go. Do something with gusto & gratitude & with a laugh at the back of your throat, a laugh that never ends. — Kris Radish

Kids in aprons appeared, putting tureens of vegetable soup on the tables and plates of boiled eggs, potatoes and lentils, bowls of endive-and-radish salad, small rounds of cheese and loaves of brown bread, all looking quite delicious, in Zoe's opinion. — Christine Brodien-Jones

Radishes grow just about anywhere. People think, 'Oh it's just a radish.' But radishes are delicious, and people don't think of cooking them. — Emeril Lagasse

:Of course there are many ways to celebrate death & life, & of course as they bounce into their 40's & 50's & 60's, the fingers of time grow a bit longer, & yet ... & yet life doesn't stop. Life doesn't stop or wait even if you do. Pause if you must ... but then catch up fast. Run with the wind. Slide down the hill tumbling head first, so that you can fall into the hands of now. Today. Everyday. Every minute. Every second. Of course it's also ok to hold onto your grief, & ride it as if your own life depended on it through a sea of rough waters, waves as high as heaven, through the thunderous barrage of emotions that are the very heart of loss. Any loss. Love. Death. Job. A slice of a segment of your life that made up the whole. Of course ... the whole damn world needs to have more fun. A hellofa lot more fun. — Kris Radish

You met over a pile of dead bodies mere days ago. Now he's carving little radish garnishes and humming to himself. It's creepy. — Sharon Ashwood

Humans and their wars. You call me monster, , but look what you've gone and done to one another! Good riddance to you now and, if I'm lucky, forever. Have your war. I'll have my radish stew. — Aaron Burdett

Granana doesn't understand what the big deal is. She didn't cry at Olivia's funeral, and I doubt she even remembers Olivia's name. Granana lost, like, ninety-two million kids in childbirth. All of her brothers died in the war. She survived the Depression by stealing radish bulbs from her neighbors' garden, and fishing the elms for pigeons. Dad likes to remind us of this in a grave voice, as if it explained her jaundiced pitilessness: Boys. Your grandmother ate pigeons. — Karen Russell

Once," Balinda begins softly, "when I was in the emergency room with my mother they brought in a murderer who had been shot and was dying, right there in front of us. I watched as the nurse touched his face and reassured him and I could not believe they were being so nice to him."
"What happened?" Jill asked.
"My mother rose up, took my arm, gripped it as if she was a weight lifter and said, 'he was a beautiful baby once and his mother loved him'. — Kris Radish

These shirts are perfectly serviceable."
I rolled my eyes. "Serviceable? Anyan, I get it that you're utilitarian. If we were in the old country you'd write odes to factories. You'd sing the praises of the communal farm while you gnawed on a perfectly 'serviceable' radish. But this is the new millennium. In America. Buy a button-up. — Nicole Peeler

Put your hand on your heart to keep it from flying off to the lovely magical literary island Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows have created in The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. This novel is a delightful mix of fine writing, powerful emotions, glorious settings and amazing characters who deal with life in a way that will have readers falling in love on every single page. — Kris Radish

I don't have any big adventures."
"But of course you have big adventures," Papa said. You have adventures of all sorts, all the time."
"Not like Radish in the Book of Tales," Geraldine said, scuffing a toe along the ground. "I could never be like Radish."
"No, you don't have adventures exactly like Radish," Papa said. "But that's because you're not Radish and you must have your own adventures. All creatures must."
"Happy ones?" Geraldine asked.
"In the end, yes. But they won't all seem that way at first. They'll have unexpected twists and turns. You must let them play out to the end, like a story in the Book of Tales. Follow God, speak to him and listen to him, and all tales will be beautiful in their time. — Karin Kaufman

She knows she will remember these last moments with her Mother every single day for the rest of her own life. — Kris Radish

Death ... does this to people. It slaps the living upside the head and it makes us ponder and exchange events and feelings that might stay hidden. — Kris Radish

The world is full of promise and places and people and experiences that are dying to be explored. — Kris Radish

A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white. — Clementine Paddleford

Secret kabals of vegetarians habitually gather under the sign to exchange contraband from beyond the Vegetable Barrier. In their pinpoint eyes dances their old dream: the Total Fast. One of them reports a new atrocity published without compassionate comment by the editors of Scientific American: "It has been established that, when pulled from the ground, a radish produces an electronic scream." Not even the triple bill for 65 will comfort them tonight. With a mad laugh born of despair, one of them throws himself on a hot-dog stand, disintegrating on the first chew into pathetic withdrawal symptoms. The rest watch him mournfully and then separate into the Montreal entertainment section. The news is more serious than any of them thought. One is ravished by a steak house with sidewalk ventilation. In a restaurant, one argues with the waiter that he ordered "tomato" but then in a suicide of gallantry he agrees to accept the spaghetti, meat sauce mistake. — Leonard Cohen

Immeasurable space.
Closeness.
The shortest distance between two women. — Kris Radish

There has to be a moment when you choose happiness, when you stand up, raise your face towards the sun, and just grab joy and put it in a place where no one can ever take it away from you. — Kris Radish

Sisters-the ones we share last names with and the ones we choose-are the lining of every woman's soul. — Kris Radish

Whatever any of them thinks about who she was, or what happened, or why people do what they do, is just absolutely fine & dandy, as long as they have a good time, do it with a kind heart, & pay homage in a respectful way to the Goddesses that have gone before them. — Kris Radish

There are so many things to grieve ... All the dogs & cats & birds & snakes we have loved & lost, & old lovers, but what else? ... it took me forever to see that one of them was my own daughter, my baby, a young woman I thought of only as a girl, a child, & there she was, suddenly a woman, & I felt this ache gnaw at me as if I hadn't eaten in a year ... I stood there watching my daughter gesture & move & laugh with the grace of a grown-up, & I just started crying like a baby. It wasn't unlike the same type of sorrow we all feel when we realize something we once had that was very precious is not longer there. That it is forever lost, changed, deceased. Like a baby, gone, except in your memory ... My own daughter is now a woman. I get it. Another passage, another form of loss, another reason to grieve, another part of this life process. — Kris Radish

But sometimes there is absolutely nothing like a damn, shit, or hell to get your point across — Kris Radish

He said there were two kinds of bitterness: one that takes away the appetite and one that stimulates it. Pepper, he said, was of the first kind - it burns the tongue and nothing more. But horse-radish, though bitter, sharpens the hunger and makes a man impatient for the good things of the meal. So, he said, if a man becomes only bitter and downcast he goes no further. But a little bitterness, a little horse-radish, may give one an appetite for perfection.
"How quaint," said Ogle, "how undeniably folksy. — Guy Vanderhaeghe

Be selfish sometimes. Love yourself. If you always put others before you, you will find yourself feeling beaten down by the world and that will make you bitter. Don't let the world make you bitter, not when you have such a beautiful soul. — Spencer Hoshino

It was a good weekend. Five thousand words of Carry On. Fish tacos with radish and shredded cabbage. Only two more conversations about Wren. And Sunday afternoon brought Levi back, taking her front steps two at a time. — Rainbow Rowell