Root shook his head. “Pickles are cucumbers soaked in…

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart…

— Amy Hempel

I had to wear a fat suit to play Mma Ramotswe in 'The No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency.' She's described as being like a…

— Jill Scott

Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.

— Richard Harris Barham

The organic gardener does not think of throwing away the garbage. She knows that she needs the garbage. She is capable of transforming the…

— Nhat Hanh

The cucumber is bitter? Then throw it out. There are brambles in the path? Then go around. That's all you need to know.

— Marcus Aurelius

HOROSCOPE: Today is a good time for making new friends. A good deed may have unforeseen consequences. Don’t upset any druids. You will soon…

— Terry Pratchett

My mom makes this amazing little snack that, to this day, I still think about. It's pita bread wrapped with melted butter, feta cheese,…

— Masiela Lusha

In chess, you should be as cool as a cucumber.

— Yuliya Snigir

Sometimes from this hillside just after sunset The rim of the sky takes on a tinge Of the palest green, like the flesh of…

— Robert Hass

The best Mother's Day gift I ever got was just a full day with the kids where they did their mommy pampering. They cut…

— Elisabeth Hasselbeck

Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?" Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim…

— Cassandra Clare

Coming from New York, I know that if you go by a delicatessen, and you put a sweet cucumber in the vinegar barrel, the…

— Philip Zimbardo

No academy could have given me all I discovered by getting my teeth into the exhibitions, the shop windows, and the museums of Paris…

— Marc Chagall

O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! O for an iceberg or two at control! O for a vale that at midday…

— Rossiter Johnson

If 'heartache' sounds exaggerated then surely you have never gone to your garden one rare morning in June to find that the frost, without…

— Ruth Stout