Fruits Basket Quote Novels & Stories

“Can we just relax and just enjoy the day? Please? No need to fight. I’m not here for that.” She didn’t say anything, but she stayed put. We sat there in that silence, and it was all I could do not to set the basket on fire with my brain. At last, though, curiosity got the better of her and she seemed to inch closer to me when I picked a foreign fruit that I knew she had not seen. I slid the basket over to her, a very small distance at first. “You—uh. You should eat something,” I told her miserably. “The cheese is good ans thw foreign fruits are good as well.”

the food seemed like the best option, the sun had just set and it was almost dark outside. I rummaged through the food basket to see what he got and I did a happy dance when I came across a bottle of cranberry juice, I swear at the rate I was drinking it, I’d probably turn into a giant cranberry tree or give birth to one. My forehead creased, my brows arching as item by item I slowly realised that the basket was mostly filled with my favourite foods.

Juliana then held one peach and smelled its sweet scent, she was sure that this peach had a sweet taste. However, Juliana also felt that the several types of fruit in her basket were still not enough to represent her gratitude to William's parents. She wanted to provide something more diverse. Her gaze then fell on the container filled with small pink cherries. Seeing the beauty of their color and thinking about how fresh cherries taste, Juliana decided to put some in her shopping basket. After picking peaches and cherries, Juliana and Ishak continued their adventure in search of other fresh fruits. They added perfectly ripe yellow bananas, fresh and sweet melons, and beautiful and exotic gr

She was holding a basket of fresh fruits, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Hey, I brought you some fruit," she said, holding out the basket. "I had a great day today. I went to the market and got some amazing deals on some new clothes. And then I ran into an old friend and we grabbed lunch together. It was so great to catch up with her." I took the basket from her, trying to muster up some enthusiasm. But my mind was still on Bridgette, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

“Mr. Donnelly I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate you, thank you for all you do. Although sometimes it's hard, very hard but I'll keep pushing.” “You're the strongest young woman I know.” Her eyes stung faintly, but she blinked it away quickly, forcing a light laugh. “You’re going to make me emotional in the middle of the market.” “Good,” he said. “Means you’re still human.” She shook her head, smiling through it. “You talk too much.” “I’ve been told,” he replied proudly. She glanced at the strawberries. “I’d like to get some of these, please.” “Ah!” he clapped his hands lightly. He carefully picked out a basket, inspecting each one like it was a precious item before handing

“I’m not a child anymore. I’m sure I can handle a simple farm tour without my nose wrinkling up.” Leonard chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. “Is that so? Well, in that case, perhaps you would both like to accompany me now. Get it over with, as they say.” He cast a pointed look at the basket I still carried. “You did grow those yourself, didn’t you?” “Oh!” Without a second thought, I reached into the basket and pulled out one of the bright fruits, offering it to Leonard. “Here, I would be happy to share one with you. As thanks for—” I hesitated, my cheeks warming again. “Well, just as thanks.”

Carnation's eyebrows rose at the young man's question. "You don't have any buko juice, so why are you offering?" She knows he has nothing to offer. She didn't see any coconut juice in the picnic basket. "Yeah, but there are buko trees up there. You might want to drink, I'll climb up to pick you some fruit." "You will? You're not afraid to fall?" The young man shook his head. "If you really want buko juice, I'll climb up there to get you some fruit no matter how tall the tree is—"

Turn the world upside down, he's still my father. But I am thankful because I had a very kind and caring mother. I love that Mama even though she always tells me. But I am fed up with his preaching. I put the eggplant in the big basket on the track that is quite old. Putting it on, I was almost out of breath from the weight. My colleagues also put the fruits in the basket. It will be brought to Manila.

A real one this time. "But I wanted to celebrate you coming home!" she said, completely unfazed by my less-than-enthusiastic reaction. She set the basket down on the counter with a soft thud. "What's better than fresh fruit?" I looked at the basket, overflowing with apples and oranges and grapes, and felt a pang of something I couldn't name. Guilt, maybe. Or gratitude. Or both tangled together until I couldn't tell them apart. "Thanks, but I'm about to leave," I said, glancing down at the discharge papers in my hands.

“Well, nothing much, just the normal.” “How can you eat the normal and have food poisoning? Did you eat anything new recently?” “Uhm,” she thought for a while, “Well, the Luna gave me a fruit basket,” she said with a smile. “There were quite a few exotic fruits, maybe one of them didn’t agree with me.” I had stopped listening the moment I heard LUNA. The sickening feeling at the pit of my stomach only grew worse. “What?” I asked. “Just take it easy from now on, Ma. I still need you,” Lucas said.