Best 112 of Salt quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 13 Sep

Florence King

A home without a grandmother is like an egg without salt.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Uesugi Kenshin

Wars are to be won with swords and spears, not with rice and salt.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Anthony Liccione

To be the salt, you also need to be the shaker. To shake the world. Shake the truth. Shake the people. Shake the word. Have it sprinkle, melt and preserve humanity.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Kami Garcia

The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—

By Anonym 16 Sep

Irenaeus

For it is not needful, to use a common proverb, that one should drink up the ocean who wishes to learn that its water is salt.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rudyard Kipling

I have eaten your bread and salt. I have drunk your water and wine. The deaths ye died I have watched beside And the lives ye led were mine.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Edward Hirsch

You can seek clarity, you can seek warmth, you can try to make something for lasting. You can pack something in salt so that it's well made and you can hope that it outlasts time. But, ultimately that's not up to you.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Al Yankovic

Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured salt on snails.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Munia Khan

Never let the salt of your tears be tasteless in grief.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Owen Feltham

Business is the salt of life, which not only gives a grateful smack to it, but dries up those crudities that would offend, preserves from putrefaction and drives off all those blowing flies that would corrupt it.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Israelmore Ayivor

You are the salt of the earth. But remember that salt is useful when in association, but useless in isolation.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Shakespeare

Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, Manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man

By Anonym 18 Sep

Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

Salt is truly useful when it is used usefully, so are dexterity, wisdom and understanding!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Israelmore Ayivor

Don't be a pepper on the eyes of people; Rather be the salt on their tongue and make a difference that influences their sense of belonging to the earth.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Allen Tate

All the sea-gods are dead. You, Venus, come home To your salt maidenhead.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Maureen Johnson

Salt. Wound. Together at last.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ilana Mercer

Any opinion writer worth his salt would have rejected the quaint notion that certain eternally aggrieved identity groups have exclusive linguistic rights to words in the English language.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Lawrence Norfolk

Now alongside Scovell, John eased preserved peaches out of galliot pots of syrup and picked husked walnuts from puncheons of salt. He clarified butter and poured it into rye-paste coffins. From the Master Cook, John learned to set creams with calves' feet, then isinglass, then hartshorn, pouring decoctions into egg-molds to set and be placed in nests of shredded lemon peel. To make cabbage cream he let the thick liquid clot, lifted off the top layer, folded it then repeated the process until the cabbage was sprinkled with rose water and dusted with sugar, ginger and nutmeg. He carved apples into animals and birds. The birds themselves he roasted, minced and folded into beaten egg whites in a foaming forcemeat of fowls. John boiled, coddled, simmered and warmed. He roasted, seared, fried and braised. He poached stock-fish and minced the meats of smoked herrings while Scovell's pans steamed with ancient sauces: black chawdron and bukkenade, sweet and sour egredouce, camelade and peppery gauncil. For the feasts above he cut castellations into pie-coffins and filled them with meats dyed in the colors of Sir William's titled guests. He fashioned palaces from wafers of spiced batter and paste royale, glazing their walls with panes of sugar. For the Bishop of Carrboro they concocted a cathedral. 'Sprinkle salt on the syrup,' Scovell told him, bent over the chafing dish in his chamber. A golden liquor swirled in the pan. 'Very slowly.' 'It will taint the sugar,' John objected. But Scovell shook his head. A day later they lifted off the cold clear crust and John split off a sharp-edged shard. 'Salt,' he said as it slid over his tongue. But little by little the crisp flake sweetened on his tongue. Sugary juices trickled down his throat. He turned to the Master Cook with a puzzled look. 'Brine floats,' Scovell said. 'Syrup sinks.' The Master Cook smiled. 'Patience, remember? Now, to the glaze...

By Anonym 17 Sep

Brian Catling

One solitary tear crept through the scars of his face, through the diagrams of constellations and the incised maps of influence and dominion. A liquid without a name, it being made of so many emotions and conflicts, each cancelling the other out until only salt and gravity filled the moment and moved down through his expression.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Israelmore Ayivor

The reason why salt and sugar are known to be sweet is that they season other things. Care to share and dare to do it every day!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Terry Tempest Williams

We are taught not to trust our own experiences. Great Salt Lake teaches me experience is all we have.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Amit Kalantri

Hunger gives flavour to the food.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Rupert Thomson

The plane banked, and he pressed his face against the cold window. The ocean tilted up to meet him, its dark surface studded with points of light that looked like constellations, fallen stars. The tourist sitting next to him asked him what they were. Nathan explained that the bright lights marked the boundaries of the ocean cemeteries. The lights that were fainter were memory buoys. They were the equivalent of tombstones on land: they marked the actual graves. While he was talking he noticed scratch-marks on the water, hundreds of white gashes, and suddenly the captain's voice, crackling over the intercom, interrupted him. The ships they could see on the right side of the aircraft were returning from a rehearsal for the service of remembrance that was held on the ocean every year. Towards the end of the week, in case they hadn't realised, a unique festival was due to take place in Moon Beach. It was known as the Day of the Dead... ...When he was young, it had been one of the days he most looked forward to. Yvonne would come and stay, and she'd always bring a fish with her, a huge fish freshly caught on the ocean, and she'd gut it on the kitchen table. Fish should be eaten, she'd said, because fish were the guardians of the soul, and she was so powerful in her belief that nobody dared to disagree. He remembered how the fish lay gaping on its bed of newspaper, the flesh dark-red and subtly ribbed where it was split in half, and Yvonne with her sleeves rolled back and her wrists dipped in blood that smelt of tin. It was a day that abounded in peculiar traditions. Pass any candy store in the city and there'd be marzipan skulls and sugar fish and little white chocolate bones for 5 cents each. Pass any bakery and you'd see cakes slathered in blue icing, cakes sprinkled with sea-salt.If you made a Day of the Dead cake at home you always hid a coin in it, and the person who found it was supposed to live forever. Once, when she was four, Georgia had swallowed the coin and almost choked. It was still one of her favourite stories about herself. In the afternoon, there'd be costume parties. You dressed up as Lazarus or Frankenstein, or you went as one of your dead relations. Or, if you couldn't think of anything else, you just wore something blue because that was the colour you went when you were buried at the bottom of the ocean. And everywhere there were bowls of candy and slices of special home-made Day of the Dead cake. Nobody's mother ever got it right. You always had to spit it out and shove it down the back of some chair. Later, when it grew dark, a fleet of ships would set sail for the ocean cemeteries, and the remembrance service would be held. Lying awake in his room, he'd imagine the boats rocking the the priest's voice pushed and pulled by the wind. And then, later still, after the boats had gone, the dead would rise from the ocean bed and walk on the water. They gathered the flowers that had been left as offerings, they blew the floating candles out. Smoke that smelt of churches poured from the wicks, drifted over the slowly heaving ocean, hid their feet. It was a night of strange occurrences. It was the night that everyone was Jesus... ...Thousands drove in for the celebrations. All Friday night the streets would be packed with people dressed head to toe in blue. Sometimes they painted their hands and faces too. Sometimes they dyed their hair. That was what you did in Moon Beach. Turned blue once a year. And then, sooner or later, you turned blue forever.

By Anonym 13 Sep

John Milton

In Physic, things of melancholic hue and quality are used against melancholy, sour against sour, salt to remove salt humors.

By Anonym 16 Sep

W. Phillip Keller

It is becoming fashionable to scorn the idea of sin in society. The impact of humanistic thinking is to belittle the concept that man is corrupt. Psychologists and psychiatrists would persuade us that people really are not responsible for their wrongs. Rather, the view of sociologists is that the environment is all wrong. Their cry is, 'Change society and you will get better men and women'. It simply does not happen. Christ's call is, 'Change men and women and you will get a better society'. This does work. It always has.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ogden Nash

A dressing is not a compote A dressing is not a custard It consists of pepper and salt, Vinegar, oil and mustard.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Katy Perry

Speaking in tongues is as normal to me as 'Pass the salt' It's a secret, direct prayer language to God.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Erma Bombeck

I don't know when pepper mills in a restaurant got to be right behind frankincense and myrrh in prominence. It used to be in a little jar that sat next to the salt on the table and everyone passed it around, sneezed, and it was no big deal.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Frederick Buechner

Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Seth Dickinson

Salt and citrus,” Cairdine Farrier said, joining her at the stern with a lemon in each hand. “The chemicals of empire.” “Salt to preserve food for long journeys,” Baru recited. “Citrus for scurvy.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Oscar Wilde

The British cook, for her iniquities, is a foolish woman who should be turned into a pillar of salt which she never knows how to use.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Bret Anthony Johnston

Like skateboarders, writers live by rejection; like writers, any skater worth his salt must have the single-minded tenacity of a wiener dog.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Pat Condell

Freedom requires religion like a slug requires salt

By Anonym 14 Sep

George Herbert

Of the smells, bread; of the tastes, salt.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jerry Bridges

It is clear from our Lord's prayer that He does not intend for us to withdraw from contact with the world of non-Christians (John 17:15). Instead, He said we are to be 'the salt of the earth' and 'the light of the world' (Matthew 5:13-14).

By Anonym 15 Sep

Douglas Adams

Unfortunately this Electric Monk had developed a fault, and had started to believe all kinds of things, more or less at random. It was even beginning to believe things they'd have difficulty believing in Salt Lake City.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Eric Sykes

I had lunch with a chess champion the other day. I knew he was a chess champion because it took him 20 minutes to pass the salt.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Cassandra Clare

We could take him to the valley of salt," - Amatis Herondale

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jessica Simpson

I crave cantaloupe like a crazy person. But I put salt all over it, so I don't know if it's that healthy.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Henry Van Dyke

Modest egotism is the salt of conversation; you do not want too much of it, but if it is altogether omitted, everything tastes flat.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Norman Schwarzkopf

Any soldier worth his salt should be antiwar. And still there are things worth fighting for.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Joe Biden

Mike Dukakis? He's the salt of the earth.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Katy Perry

The media, is media. You always have to take the media with a grain of salt. You can't believe everything you read.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Hermann Maier

It was necessary to organize my career to remain at the top level until Salt Lake City.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Terry Bradshaw

When I played for the Steelers and I got my bell rung, I'd take smelling salts and go right back out there.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sachin Kundalkar

I didn't like Dali: now, like you, I do. Like you, I began to drink my Coke with a pinch of salt . Like you, I stopped bothering about ironed clothes. Like you, I sit with a dictionary while reading the papers. Like you, I sit on the compound wall after a bath.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Nina George

A wood that smells of the sea.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Israelmore Ayivor

Rivers don’t drink their own waters; trees don’t eat their own fruits. The salt seasons the soup in order to have its purpose fulfilled. Live for others!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Charmaine J Forde

Be careful with those who speak from two mouths, It’s like eating sugar and salt simultaneously, Their intentions are not genuine, they are impure -Charmaine J Forde

By Anonym 13 Sep

Josef Albers

As we do not see squares in nature, I thought that it is man-made. But I have corrected myself. Because squares exist in salt crystals, our daily salt.