“If the grape is made of wine, then perhaps we are the words that tell who we are”
“When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.”
“A good word will spread in the grapevine, bringing forth clusters of grapes and the benevolent of wine; a bad word will spread withering the vines, and choke the potential grapes.”
“Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart, and stories and songs are the language of the heart”
“Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.”
“guilt to motherhood is like grapes to wine”