If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?
You can't pick cherries with your back to the tree.
I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.
Life is just a bowl of cherries, don't take it serious, its mysterious. Life is just a bowl of cherries, so live and laugh and laugh at love, love a laugh, laugh and love.
I'm like a navigator and I try to encourage our collaboration and find the best way that will produce fruit. I like fruit. I like cherries, I like bananas.
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
I say violence is necessary. It is as American as cherry pie.
The man for me is the cherry on the pie. But I'm the pie and my pie is good all by itself. Even if I don't have a cherry.
Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top.
A cherry tree
And there are no flowers;
But the spring breeze
Brings forth myriad blossoms.
A relationship isn't going to make me survive. It's the cherry on top.
We'll take the cake with the red cherry on top.
Audiences in London called me the girl with the black cherry eyes.
One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.
Most people didnt have the bandwidth to download whole albums. And so it brought back this cherry picking idea that the audience would focus on certain songs and possibly be the impetus behind what eventually got on AM radio: the single or whatever.
My musical director, Mark Cherry, is the most wonderful person who ever lived on God's good green Earth. He's my director, he does the arrangements. Really, he does everything - including certain janitorial chores!
Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.
Life is not a bowl full of cherries, there's good and bad stuff.
So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.