#salt

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#bread #down #find #hard #how

Let there be work, bread, water and salt for all. ↗

— Nelson Mandela

#bread #salt #water #work

So for twelve miles I rode with Sherman, and we became fast friends. He asked me all manner of questions on the way, and I found that he knew my father well, and remembered his tragic death in Salt Creek Valley. ↗

— Buffalo Bill

#became #creek #death #fast #father

Even that was all consumed after two days, and the patients had to try to choke down fresh fish, just boiled in water, without salt, pepper or butter; mutton, beef, and potatoes without the faintest seasoning. ↗

— Nellie Bly

#beef #boiled #butter #choke #consumed

I always use my 'Holy Trinity' which is salt, olive oil and bacon. My motto is, 'bacon always makes it better.' I try to use bacon and pork products whenever it can. ↗

— Anne Burrell

#bacon #better #holy #i #i always

A day without an argument is like an egg without salt. ↗

— Angela Carter

#day #egg #like #salt #without

I took the feeling of knowing Alex was everywhere for granted, and he’d mellowed in my mind like an old dream, sometimes mellifluous, sometimes enigmatic, always present but warbled and fuzzy. But here, standing beneath the wide-columned berth, the air around me had the vague, sweet spice of mystery, of him. I inhaled slowly, purposely, deeply, the ache of needing him seeping like a dark frost through me. I’d forgotten the ache, so much like the wisps of a snuffed out flame, its invisible pungence hovering, reminding me that my blood was like ice though my fingers lost their sense of touch, reminding me of the trembling cold beneath my skin when I’d forgotten I had skin and I was too numb to realize I was shivering in the dark–a shapeless, frozen being. And all of a sudden it burst upon me, an open flame rendering my skin, my veins, its heat piercing my fingers and thighs. It was all I could manage to purpose myself to breathe, my fingers to feel, my skin to find its shape. The dark was gone. He was standing before me, his face cocked in a half-grin, his eyes crinkling in exhilaration. But I was trembling, resolved but cocooned in my sensibilities like a pillar of salt, speechless, unable to move. ↗

— Debi Cimo

#fire #salt #dreams

I still feel Mormon. Those men in Salt Lake City can't decide who's Mormon and who isn't. ↗

— Sonia Johnson

#decide #feel #i #lake #men

I've always been a character actor, although I'm not quite sure what that means. All my scripts are absolutely covered in notes, so any time I say anything - even 'pass the salt' - I have six subtexts, comments on what I really mean when I'm saying that. Maybe that's what gives the impression that I'm saying one thing and thinking something else. ↗

— Christopher Walken

#actor #although #always #any #anything

When Alexander of Macedon was 33, he cried salt tears because there were no more worlds to conquer. Eric Bristow is only 27. ↗

— Sid Waddell

#because #conquer #cried #eric #more