Peachy Quotes

Ancient charmers with skeleton throats and peachy cheeks that have a rather ghastly bloom upon them seen by daylight, when indeed these fascinating creatures look like Death and the Lady fused together, dazzle the eyes of men. Forth ~ Charles Dickens

I don't really know what Americans are like. I've no idea. I know a few things about them. In my imagination, they have warm peachy hearts, whereas the English have horrible spiteful withered hearts - success in England inspires envy - in America, it inspires hope. ~ Sebastian Horsley

Are you okay?"
I sighed,my sodden coat chilling me to the bone. "Peachy.Made a new friend."
He pulled me up by the hand,unzipping my coat and yanking it off me.
"Shirt,too,please."
"No!"
"It's only fair. I seem to recall you making me strip the first time we met. ~ Kiersten White

Bags and boxes across the hot parking lot to the van. On the way back to the mall, Willa Jean, who spotted the ice-cream store that sold fifty-two flavors, told her uncle she needed an ice-cream cone. Uncle Hobart agreed that ice-cream cones were needed by all. Inside the busy shop, customers had to take numbers and wait turns. Ramona, responsible for Willa Jean, who could not read, was faced with the embarrassing task of reading aloud the list of fifty-two flavors while all the customers listened. Strawberry, German chocolate, vanilla, ginger-peachy, red-white-and-blueberry, black walnut, Mississippi mud, green bubble gum, baseball nut. ~ Beverly Cleary

Peachy. Alrighty, then. She'd just get in her car, run home to check her clothes, hair, and makeup, walk across the street to Jason's apartment, knock on his door, stare at his masculine hotness in stupid adoration, probably insert her foot into her mouth fifty-five times in under five minutes, then go back to her place and relive the embarrassment all night long while replaying what she should've done or said had she been a sophisticated woman, instead of a blundering moron.
Done and done. Piece of cake. ~ Kelly Moran

A house of stone and glass and iron should be stark and sober, a watchtower from which a benevolent guard is kept on society. But the white stone of this particular house rippled as if reacting to a hand that had found its most pleasurable contact. A notable newspaper critic had described this effect as being that of "a pernicious sensuality." And if that wasn't enough, the entire construction blushed a truly disgraceful peachy-pink at sunset and dawn. ~ Helen Oyeyemi

There is more in front: a timid, desperate cub
Locked in a fickle case, wounded and incoherent.
We are all that youngling, together in this cosmic hub,
And we are not alone in the universe, we are it.
But beware the pavement makes us only see the peachy -
We care about the diapered: the children and the old,
And anyone in between is just an asshole species.
The challenge is to see the little child through their cold
For we don't grow at the same pace as our body. ~ Karl Kristian Flores

If all I can say is I'm not in this swamp, I'm not in this swamp then there is not a rope in front of me and there is not an alligator behind me and there is not a girl sitting at the edge eating a hot dog and if I believe that, then dying would be the only answer because then Death couldn't come and say Peachy to me anymore and after all she has a brother who believes in hope. ~ Tori Amos

The neon orange orb sat low in the sky, slowly breaking free of the horizon like the waking memory of a dream. The salty air smelled faintly of fish, and was thick with humidity and hung like a cloak over my body. The lavender sky at the horizon faded into cerulean above and behind me. The soft breeze whispered past my face, teasing my hair on its way to tickle the sawgrass that swayed in gratitude as if laughing like a child.


I sat on the top plank of the boardwalk rail, the wood heavy with atmosphere and was damp and cool under my left palm. The surprising warmth of the winter air and the cool of the wood reminded me that yes, I am alive! Yes, I am grateful for this morning! And yes, I am glad to be here!


The paper in my notebook as I wrote this began to feel sticky and moist within a few minutes. The ink from my pen seemed to grip the paper faster and firmer as if to say, I'm here, I'm happy, and I don't want to lose this moment. Like my ink, I too wanted to cling to this morning.


The sky started turning a peachy orange at the bottom and the ocean was sea foam green. The waves were breaking quietly, as if to give my thoughts amplitude so I could record and rejoice in the sea's majesty. 


The sand was gray and silky like a freshly pressed pair of slacks. The smooth beach seemed paved with sunlight. A jogger ran by, his knees probably grateful for the even stride the flat surface provided. 


Chunks of sea foam lay str ~ Jarod Kintz

My whole career, I've had an issue with always kind of being an underdog and making a big mistake when it counts and falling and having to climb back up. One moment everything will be peachy and everyone will be saying the nicest things about me and loving me, and the next minute I'm the worst, I'm evil, all these things. It's like a fallen angel. ~ Johnny Weir

That present sucked," I muttered.
Dad slipped an arm around my shoulder and helped me sit up. As he did, his sleeve fell back to reveal several slivers of demonglass embedded in his forearm.
"I'm fine," he said before I could ask. "Cal can get them out later. Are you all right?"
My shoulder was still on fire, but there was no pain anywhere else, and other than the shock of being blown backward and stabbed, I was peachy. "I think so. What was that, like a magic pipe bomb?"
The present lay in tatters on the floor, its ribbon coiling and snapping like a snake. Cal stomped on the ribbon, and it went still. "Seems like it," he said grimly.
"And it was ensorcelled to seek you out," Dad added. He looked so worried and angry that I decided not to give him a hard time for using a word like ensorcelled. ~ Rachel Hawkins

She's fine," said Declan, defensive. "You're fine, right?"
She gave him a look. "Peachy."
"See? Both Alex and her astounding wit have made it here intact. Her sense of humour seems to be M.I.A, but I'm pretty sure that was a pre-existing condition. ~ Jena Leigh

How do you expect me to provide
you with a demon tear if I don't have a
body? I can't cry you a goddamn river
while stuck in a bronze reproduction of
an ugly-ass alchemist. A dead one, at
that."
"You can move your eyes," Navin ventured. "And you're a demon. Can't
you do some kind of demon magic and
produce tears?"
"Demon magic? Have you been eating
Ironwood mushrooms? Demons don't do
magic. Demons curse. We tear apart
reality and feed on the blood of
innocents."
Navin shivered. "Stop being so
dramatic. You're hardly in the position
to tear apart reality. You'd have trouble tearing open a packet of potato chips right now."
Newton made a horrific snorting
sound that might have been laughter.
"Ah, dear boy. And you said you
weren't interested in comedy. If only I
could cry tears of laughter right now,
we'd be peachy."
"Shut up a minute. I'm trying to think."
"I know. I can hear your two brain
cells rubbing together. ~ Karen Mahoney

I'm just peachy. Even managed to keep most of my clothes on and everything. (Vane)
Yeah, you do that. Don't want your scrawny body making my Sunshine go blind or anything. (Talon)
Trust me, if she hasn't gone blind looking at your fat, hairy ass, mine's not going to hurt her any. (Vane)
Hairy? Excuse me, but you definitely have me confused with your brother. (Talon) ~ Sherrilyn Kenyon

I heard it was made of the same stuff they make them fortune-telling crystals out of. You can't tell me that's right. And he looks at you with it," said the first speaker. He was known as Peachy, although no one had ever found out why.* ~ Terry Pratchett

I walked towards her. Jean-Claude grabbed my arm. "Do not harm her, Anita. She is under our protection."
"I swear to you that I will not lay a finger on her tonight. I just want to tell her something."
He released my arm, slowly, like he wasn't sure it was a good idea. I stepped next to Monica, until our bodies almost touched. I whispered into her face, "If anything happens to Catherine, I will see you dead."
She smirked at me, confident in her protectors. "They will bring me back as one of them."
I felt my head shake, a little to the right, a little to the left, a slow precise movement. "I will cut out your heart." I was still smiling, I couldn'tseem to stop. "Then I will burn it and scatter the ashes in the river. Do you understand me?"
She swallowed audibly. Her health-club tan looked a little green. She nodded, staring at me like I was the bogey man.
I think she believed I'd do it. Peachy keen. I hate to waste a really good threat ~ Laurell K. Hamilton

Pay attention to the yearning desire to live a life that enriches your soul, whatever that may be. Take your own breath away and explore new territories that release the baggage of a comfort zone. Dare to be authentic and real, genuine and whole; alone. Meet today with possibility that grew from yesterdays downfalls. Not everything is peachy but our perception is fucking everything. Take note of that and give meaning to it all. It wont fix your problems but it will allow you to see beyond them. ~ Nikki Rowe

The big hair was red-gold and the skin peachy-tinged pale and arms freckled and zy-gomatics indescribable and her eyes an extra-natural HD green. ~ David Foster Wallace

I don't think everything is going to get peachy ever. But I think we have to fight for what we believe in. ~ Dave Matthews

The red haired waitress arrived with their drinks, dancing about the table as she placed their orders in front of them. "Hiya, keeds. Peachy place, ain't it?" Before anyone could respond, she kicked her heels in the air and flitted off again.
Waldo lit up a cigarette and tasted his drink. "Listen, I don't think we ought to stay here very long...."
"No shit, Sherlock!" Brisbane chortled. "But first I want to have a little fun. I think I'm gonna talk to some of these guys."
The fredneck left the table and walked over to a group of five men, all of them clad in the old baseball uniforms that were apparently quite popular at The One Year Wonder And All-Around Oddity Bar. They were huddled together on one side of the bar, and Brisbane broke into their conversation with a burst of fredneck chutzpah. ~ Donald Jeffries

Oh, they're usually peachy about it,' said Spike, laughing. 'They hang about for, well, five, six, maybe more - '
'Weeks?' I asked. 'Months?'
'Seconds,' replied Spike mournfully, 'and those were the ones that really liked me. ~ Jasper Fforde

The Tuscan countryside whizzed by in a kaleidoscopic whirl of shapes and colors. Green grass and trees melded with blue sky, purple and yellow wildflowers, peachy-orange villas, brown-and-gray farmhouses, and the occasional red-and-white Autogrill, Italy's (delicious) answer to fast food. ~ Jenny Nelson

It's experiences in life that give us something to write about, and since good fiction is applied tension, you'll have an arsenal of good material if life hasn't been peachy (and not a whole lot if it has). ~ Wendelin Van Draanen

Let you remind yourself once more today that times of suffering or privation do not lasts forever. All winters always turn to spring i.e. in principle, no spring skips its turn. This is the law of the universe & the law of life. As long as we hold on to hopes, spring is sure to come in our lives too. All it needs is your time, earnest efforts, right pace, devotion, dedication, goodness & perseverance to make everything peachy, delightful & beautiful in your life & in your world back again & again. Let you also practice self-care, mindfulness, healing, joy & stop yourself from burning out in the mean time. Let your good deeds help you to create a more unprejudiced, peaceful, happy & sustainable world around yourself. Let you engage yourself more in all that is auspicious & let God bless you & keep you in good health & spirits always. Stay Magical, Extraordinary & Successful! ~ Rajesh Goyal