#toes

It is easy to think of potatoes, and fortunately for men who have not much money it is easy to think of them with a certain safety. Potatoes are one of the last things to disappear, in times of war, which is probably why they should not be forgotten in times of peace. ↗

— M.F.K. Fisher

#food #peace #potatoes #war #food

I always try to keep the circumstances in my life fresh. I like to change the physical environment I live in, change the people around me and try to experience things for the first time. I think that keeps one on their toes, creatively and spiritually. ↗

— Lenny Kravitz

#around #change #circumstances #creatively #environment

The food was interesting. My background is Russian, so cheese and potatoes are my love. There was plenty of that. And fried cheese! It is really, really, really good. And really, really, really bad for you. It's like an artery on a plate. ↗

— Michelle Trachtenberg

#background #bad #cheese #food #fried

My toes are all squished. During an operation, they had to take nerves out. ↗

— Steven Tyler

#had #nerves #operation #out #take

I was born into a family of gospel singers. My early ambitions were many. I was going to be a ballerina. I almost had that one come true until I tore a tendon, so I transferred from my toes to my throat and that's where the talent settled. ↗

— Dionne Warwick

#ballerina #born #come #early #family

Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman's toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace. ↗

— Marianne Williamson

#between #ears #enough #given #her

Well, I like to be kept on my toes. I look for a challenge. I don't like to recreate steps that I've already walked. I like to see if I can create something new. ↗

— Jeffrey Wright

#challenge #create #i #i can #kept

I love potatoes - they're my favorite food. ↗

— Trisha Yearwood

#food #i #i love #love #potatoes

also in the boom of the big bell there is a quaintness of tone which wakens feelings, so strangely far-away from all the nineteenth-century part of me, that the faint blind stirrings of them make me afraid, - deliciously afraid. never do I hear that billowing peal but I become aware of a striving and a fluttering in the abyssal part of my ghost, - a sensation as of memories struggling to reach the light beyond the obscurations of a million million deaths and births. I hope to remain within hearing of that bell... and, considering the possibility of being doomed to the state of a jiki-ketsu-geki, I want to have my chance of being reborn in some bamboo flower-cup, or mizutame, whence I might issue softly, singing my thin and pungent song, to bite some people that I know. ↗

— Lafcadio Hearn

#mosquitoes #poignant #reincarnation #tongue-in-cheek #death

Whoever would have guessed that in the land of cheap sausages and mashed potatoes there could be such a change which would actually bring the French from Paris every weekend to invade Britain en masse to eat great food and drink great wine. ↗

— Robin Leach

#bring #britain #change #cheap #could