Tangerine Quotes Novels & Stories

Michael obediently followed Jane back to their seats and even patiently peeled an orange for her. Jane took the orange directly from his hand and smiled at him. Zachary watched coldly different attitude towards him and Michael. Frank gestured for me to sit down. I glanced at Zachary and then went to Jane's side. Seeing the wound on her lip, I asked, "Doesn't it hurt?" She was still eating an orange, that was really reckless. Jane shook her head. "I'm not that fragile. It's just the right kind of stimulation, it can help kill bacteria."

I laugh but I am nervous. I only hope she does not notice this now. “Tangerines symbolize real likeness. If someone offers to peel tangerines with you and gives you slices off of it, then the relationship will be honest and real. I’d like that, Tiffany, with you.” I like this woman. It is a feeling I can’t explain fully, only that I think she is right in all of this turmoil. I think she is the one who’s going to save me.

A show that I found very interesting. “Can you look at my skin? It’s getting red and itchy lately,” it was Quinn, bringing his face near to her. Also she seemed so eager to check it. Her eyes narrowed. Maybe her eyesight was bad. “Ummm, it's a reaction. Are you allergic To something?” she asked, “Not that I know,” he answered quickly. “So, are you anything really sour like tangerines?” “Yeah, I love them.” Quinn smiled goofily.

Roy sipped from his cup and made a face. “Why do these people always do Mango dirty, and why is it kind of sour?” “Sour? This is the nectar of the gods.” Liam raised his own cup and had a sip. “Goddamn, this is sour.”

Dante, I stared at the tangerine in my hand. The scent of citrus clung to my fingers as I pressed my thumb into the peel. Although the alcohol still blurred the edges of my thoughts, the idea of souls swapping or whatever this was refused to make sense. The night felt colder all of a sudden. A draft brushed the back of my neck, or maybe it was just the unease creeping under my skin. Thoughts collided in my head, loud and restless, yet none of them formed a clear answer.

No girl would possess the courage to confront Alex unless she had someone supporting her, and that someone could only be Frank Fernandez. Alex received a notification and a smile formed on his face as he read the contents. "Life is too short. Make mistakes and learn from them. If someone disagrees with you, give them a high five to their face." Alex chuckled heartily as he read the quote. He had recently stumbled upon this blog and was captivated by its quotes. Nothing had ever caught his attention like this before, except for this mysterious stranger. "Fascinating. Who is she?" Alex pondered aloud as he observed her signature, a stylish S with a C.

"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody." ― Mark Twain ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. CALLIE

Shirley smiled brightly. “Apples are good. Little Angeline said that apples represent safety throughout the year!” Zayne muttered as he peeled the apples, “Don’t always listen to Angeline. All she thinks about is lovey-dovey stuff. I don’t see how she’s smarter than you.”

“When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging and try filling it instead” stared at me in big blocky white letters. I stared at the motivation quote with the backdrop of an early morning beach of some crystalline blue ocean and wondered why I thought tacking that up in my locker was a good idea. I wasn’t even sure it made sense. “Robin Douglass, you are an idiot,” I whispered as I shook my head. That would explain why I’d think tacking up some silly quote would somehow change the insignificance and dullness of my life.

Venus giggled, as she tidied up by picking up the hospital gown from the green medium-sized non-slip rubber pedestal bath mat, folding it. “To think that you’d be grateful,” Azara grumbled, helping me with my tangerine bra. In short order, I was dressed and sitting in one of the chairs by the large rectangular glass window around dinner and a glass of cold fruit punch. The sunset had me on edge. Flame tones infiltrated the eventide's recumbent light in a smooth rolling poem. It was as though those soft rays were going to produce a masterpiece with the vast expanse of orange-gold, the tints of fireplace hearths and tangerines. The land would once more retire to rest, but what of my heart’s to