Salt Quotes

1. "Tears are pouring down my cheeks like tiny rivers, soaking my shirt with dark patches of my salty happiness."
Author: A.R. Von

2. "I'm greedy for a second serving of those words. I want a dessert of those words, a soup, a salad. I wanted to salt those words and snap them in like peanuts."
Author: Alice Randall

3. "I blinked at him. "What does salt have to do with any of this?""It protects you from evil.""Salt?" Disbelief all but dripped from my voice. I couldn't help it. "Table salt? How is seasoning myself going to help? This isn't a dinner party."
Author: Alyxandra Harvey

4. "How do I look to him?" she asked herself. She got up and brought a long mirror towards the window. She stood it on the floor against a chair. Then she sat down in front of it on the rug and, facing it, slowly opened her legs. The sight was enchanting. The skin was flawless, the vulva, roseate and full. She thought it was like the gum plant leaf with its secret milk that the pressure of the finger could bring out, the odorous moisture that came like the moisture of the sea shells. So was Venus born of the sea with this little kernel of salty honey in her, which only caresses could bring out of the hidden recesses of her body."
Author: Anaïs Nin

5. "There was no moon at all, and a faint silver peppering of starts fardly showed through the scrim of high clouds. The sea itself seemed to give off light, a spectral, colorless light that was more like the sea's breath. The night was soft and thick and black and warm as velvet, silky on my skin, smelling of iodine and salt and crepe myrtle and that ineffable, skin-prickling saline emanation that says 'ocean' to me whenever I smell it, hundreds of miles inland. It always moves me close to tears, so visceral, so old and tidal is its pull. I have often thought that it is the first smell we know, the amniotic smell of our first, secret sea."
Author: Anne Rivers Siddons

6. "My mouth blooms like a cut.I've been wronged all year, tediousnights, nothing but rough elbows in themand delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybabycrybaby, you fool! Before today my body was useless.Now it's tearing at its square corners.It's tearing old Mary's garments off, knot by knotand see - Now it's shot full of these electric bolts.Zing! A resurrection! Once it was a boat, quite woodenand with no business, no salt water under itand in need of some paint. It was no morethan a group of boards. But you hoisted her, rigged her.She's been elected.My nerves are turned on. I hear them likemusical instruments. Where there was silencethe drums, the strings are incurably playing. You did this.Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has steppedinto fire."
Author: Anne Sexton

7. "Before he called me forth from the grave, Jesus wept. His was not the loud, frantic keening of the women who mourned outside my tomb. His was a sigh and a groan and a single salty tear. It was, at first, almost imperceptible, even to those standing closest to him. But his sigh shook the universe, and the place where I was quaked. I stood in the midst of those who watched and waited for all things to be set right. Jesus groaned, and the heads of angels and saints turned to look down upon the earth in wonder. His tear trickled down his cheek, and a spring burst forth at my feet. Pure, clear water spilled from its banks and flowed down a mountainside, leaving a myriad of new stars, like flowers, blooming and rising in its wake."
Author: Brock Thoene

8. "Dad and I leave town in the early dark. It's the second Sunday of the holidays, and we pack up the old blue car with enough clothes for summer and hit the road. It's so early he's wiping hills of sand piled in the corners of his eyes. I wipe a few tears from mine. Tears don't pile, though. They grip and cling and slide in salty trails that I taste until the edge of the city."
Author: Cath Crowley

9. "There either is or is not, that's the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it's red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. I'm not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I'm going to tell it the way I remember it."
Author: Charles Dickens

10. "Ten years ago, he was the hard­work­ing salt of the earth. All he want­ed was to go to Heav­en. Sit­ting here to­day, ev­ery­thing that he worked for in the world is lost. All his ex­ter­nal rules and con­trols are gone."
Author: Chuck Palahniuk

11. "Because tonight is perfect. The sun is really setting now and it's beautiful. The oranges and reds and golds are shining over the horizon and onto our skin and everything is romantic and dreamy. It's like a dream, actually. I lean up and kiss Dante's cheek and he smells like the ocean and the salt and the sun. And maybe the woodsy scent of the olive groves. I sigh. There's no way that life gets any better than this. I settle back into his side for the drive and he wraps his arm around me."
Author: Courtney Cole

12. "To subdue one's self to one's own ends might be dangerous, but to subdue one's self to other people's ends was dust and ashes. Yet there were those, still more unhappy, who envied even the ashy saltness of those dead sea apples."
Author: Dorothy L. Sayers

13. "Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea."
Author: Dylan Thomas

14. "On the second to last day, Lt. Russo, who ran the program, announced, "Unless you were at dinner last night and had the opportunity to say 'Howard, pass the salt,' you are going to Brooklyn North and Manhattan North. That's where they need people, and that's where you're going." "Howard" referred to to the Commissioner Safir, and when they read the list of assignments the next afternoon--"Alvarez... Brooklyn North...""Baker... Brooklyn North...""Buono... Manhattan North...""Calderon... Brooklyn North...""Conlon... South Bronx Initiative..."--more than a few people turned around to look. Howard, pass the salt. I was a little surprised myself."
Author: Edward Conlon

15. "Bor era bello da fare male. Il cuore della ragazza saltò un battito quando il suo profumo le raggiunse le narici e inondò la sua mente come una droga. Un accenno di barba disegnava il contorno appuntito del mento e le labbra si schiusero in un ghigno ferino da animale pronto alla caccia.«Ti voglio attenta e pronta. Ti insegnerò a difenderti. Non sono qui per giocare o rivangare il passato. E ora muoviti, non ho tempo da perdere, anzi, non abbiamo tempo da perdere.» Voltandosi e scendendo le scale tre gradini alla volta aggiunse: «Ti aspetto in strada, sono quello figo sulla moto».Le guance di Asia divennero paonazze, mentre stringeva i pugni con intensità fino a sentire il sudore delle mani appiccicarle la pelle. Con un'espressione degna di un drago sputa fuoco, Asia rimase a guardare Bor che usciva di casa. Vomitò un urlo a dir poco agghiacciante che miscelava rabbia e frustrazione."
Author: Eilan Moon

16. "The impression somehow prevails that the true believer, particularly the religious individual, is a humble person. The truth is the surrendering and humbling of the self breed pride and arrogance. The true believer is apt to see himself as one of the chosen, the salt of the earth, the light of the world, a prince disguised in meekness, who is destined to inherit the earth and the kingdom of heaven too. He who is not of his faith is evil; he who will not listen will perish."
Author: Eric Hoffer

17. "To the man of science, on his unassuming and laborious travels, which must often enough be journeys through the desert, there appear those glittering mirages called 'philosophical systems'; with bewitching deceptive power they show the solution of all enigmas and the freshest draught of the true water of life to be near at hand; his heart rejoices, and it seems to the weary traveller that his lips already touch the goal of all the perseverance and sorrows of the scientific life... Other natures again, may well grow exceedingly ill-humoured and curse the salty taste which these apparitions leave behind in the mouth and from which arises a raging thirst – without one having been brought so much as a step nearer to any kind of spring."
Author: Friedrich Nietzsche

18. "For Alwyn's grandfather, who was known as "the greatest talker in the country," used words which no one else understood, words which he did not understand, and words which do not exist, to swell a passionate theme, to confound his neighbors in an argument, and for their own sake. He would say, for example, "My farm was the very apocalypse of fertility, but the renter has rested on his oars till it is good for nothing," or "Manifest the bounty to pass the salt shaker in my direction." Something of the Bible, something of an Irish inheritance, something of a liar's anxiety, made of his most ordinary remark a strange and wearisome oratory."
Author: Glenway Wescott

19. "A cronologia da infância não segue uma linha reta, mas é feita de sobressaltos. A memória é um espelho opaco e estilhaçado, ou melhor, é feita de conchas intemporais de lembranças espalhadas numa praia de esquecimento. Sei que aconteceram muitas coisas naqueles anos, mas tentar recordá-las é tão desesperador como tentar lembrar um sonho, um sonho que deixou em nós uma sensação, mas nenhuma imagem, uma história sem história, vazia, da qual resta apenas um vago estado de espírito. As imagens se perderam. Os anos, as palavras, as brincadeiras, as carícias se apagaram, e no entanto, de repente, rememorando o passado, alguma coisa volta a se iluminar na sombria região do esquecimento [153]."
Author: Héctor Abad Faciolince

20. "He knew that her body was his to engage in all the acrobatics he had learned in the books he kept hidden in a corner of his library, but with Clara even the most abominable contortions were like the thrashings of a newborn; it was impossible to spice them up with the salt of evil or the pepper of submission."
Author: Isabel Allende

21. "A minha memoria move-se em circulos, espirais e saltos de trapezista."
Author: Isabel Allende

22. "My tears are salty. I shouldn't eat potato chips while drinking my Cry Water, because it only makes me thirstier for your love."
Author: Jarod Kintz

23. "Dexter,' Debs said, jerking her head at me. 'Get some smelling salts or something. You and Deke help her up.'(...) Deke looked at me anxiously, reminding me very much of a large and handsome dog who needs a stick to fetch. 'Hey, you got some of that smelling stuff?' he said.Apparently it had become universally accepted that Dexter was the Eternal Keeper of the Smelling Salts.I had no idea where that baffling canard had come from, but in truth, I was completely without.Luckily, Mrs Aldovar apparently was not interested in sniffing anything."
Author: Jeff Lindsay

24. "The air tasted just the same, smelled just the same. The wind making my hair feel sticky, the salty sea breeze, all of it felt just right. Like it had been waiting for me to get there."
Author: Jenny Han

25. "We at length, when we had captured as many fish as we could possibly utilize, set about cleaning and preparing their flesh. Some we salted, some we dried like the herrings, some we treated like the tunny of the Mediterranean—we prepared them in oil. Of the roe of the sturgeon I decided to form caviare, the great Russian dish. I removed from it all the membranes by which it is surrounded, washed it in vinegar, salted it, pressed out all the moisture caused by the wet-absorbing properties of the salt, packed it in small barrels, and"
Author: Johann David Wyss

26. "It formed into small drops on his weather beaten features, drops that rolled down his cheeks. Strangely, some of them tasted like salt."
Author: John Flanagan

27. "Any lawyer worth his salt knew the first offer had to be rejected."
Author: John Grisham

28. "Cuando los zapatos aprietan, buena señal. Algo cambia ahí, algo que nos muestra, que sordamente nos pone, nos plantea. Por eso los monstruos son tan populares y los diarios se extasían con los terneros bicéfalos. ¡Qué oportunidades, qué esbozo de un gran salto hacia lo otro!"
Author: Julio Cortázar

29. "The normal Christian Life is not supposed to be an exhausting wrestling match with a dead man, but is an abundant, joy-filled life with God, salted with an occasional season of strong resistance from our archenemy."
Author: Kris Vallotton

30. "And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes."
Author: Kurt Vonnegut

31. "With all of the holiday cheer in the air, it's easy to overlook the ingredients in the foods. Ingredients such as salt, sugar, and fat - all of which leads to diseases such as high blood pressure, diabetes, strokes, heart disease, and cancer."
Author: Lee Haney

32. "While you were leaping headlong into an ambush you should have foreseen, she might have been attacked. She might have been killed or worse.'Rupert came to a halt. 'What could be worse than her being killed, do you think?''I thought I had communicated to you Mr. Salt's opinions and wishes in the matter of Mr. Archdale's disappearance,' Beechey said. 'I thought I used easily comprehended terms.''You did,' Rupert said. 'I told Mrs. Pembroke about it in much the same way.''You told -' After a pause, Beechey went on, his voice strained, 'You cannot have revealed our suspicions about the - ahem - places of dubious repute. This is one of your jokes, I daresay. Ha ha.''She said her brother was not in a brothel or opium den and I was on no account to go to such places looking for him,' Rupert said. 'I obeyed, as I was obliged to do. You did tell me I wasn't to upset her, did you not?'There followed the kind of furious silence with which Rupert was more than familiar."
Author: Loretta Chase

33. "Me ei muutu. Arvame, et muutume, kuid see pole nii. Mõni sündmus või inimene võib meis esile tuua joone, millest varem keegi teadlik polnud. Need jooned on alati meie sees olemas, me lihtsalt ei märka neid. Ei märka sedagi, mis väljaspool. Maskid piiravad vaatevälja. Ometi jätab iga inimene, kellega viivuks või aastateks kokku satume, sellele maskile oma kriimu. Mõni inimene kriimustab seda nii tugevalt, et mask hoopiski eest pudeneb. Neile tuleb tänulik olla. Nad päästavad meid."
Author: Marek Kahro

34. "Tu precisas-te entreter... Para isso escrever; isto é, trabalhar. Mas, meu caro, «entreter» significa passar tempo. Ora o tempo passa acelerado em demasia; não necessita de impulsos. Os homens deviam procurar «entreter» o tempo, e não entreterem-se a si... Eu é isso que faço... Penso no passado, revivo os dias que passaram... Assim, levanto uma barreira entre o passado e o futuro. O futuro é porém um óptimo saltador... salta todas as barreiras, vai-se tornando no presente e eu pouco resultado alcanço... Escreves para não te aborreceres... Ah! como seria feliz se me conseguisse aborrecer!..."
Author: Mário De Sá Carneiro

35. "I think only one thing.Where 's Octavia? As I get closer to the bottom, I notice that it's water that I'm falling into. It's salty-green and smooth, until...I'm driven through the surface and go deeper. I'm surrounded. I'm drowning. I think. I'm drowning.But I'm smiling too."
Author: Markus Zusak

36. "Não vale a pena tentar fugir das decepções ou dos êxtases, eles nos assaltarão onde estivermos."
Author: Martha Medeiros

37. "Ganjin of Sho ¯daiji Temple endured seventy adversities in his attempts to come to Japan from China. He is said to have lost his sight due to the salt wind blown into his eyes. Worshipping at his sacred image: with a young leaf I would wipe the tears from your eyes"
Author: Matsuo Bashō

38. "Ta selgitab mulle, et esimesed sümptomid on täpselt ühesugused, aga erinevalt infarktist, mis lõpeb sageli surmaga, on perikardiit täiesti ohutu haigus, sellesse ei surda, mitte ühelgi juhul. Ta ütleb mulle: "Küllap oli teil hirm naha vahel." Vastan jaatavalt, et mitte pikemalt seletama hakata, kuigi tegelikult ei kartnud ma sugugi, mul oli lihtsalt tunne, et järgmisel hetkel ma suren ära; need on kaks ise asja."
Author: Michel Houellebecq

39. "Whiteness is not a culture. There is Irish culture and Italian culture and American culture - the latter, as Albert Murray pointed out, a mixture of the Yankee, the Indian, and the Negro (with a pinch of ethnic salt); there is youth culture and drug culture and queer culture; but there is no such thing as white culture. Whiteness has nothing to do with culture and everything to do with social position. It is nothing but a reflection of privilege, and exists for no reason other than to defend it. Without the privileges attached to it, the white race would not exist, and the white skin would have no more social significance than big feet."
Author: Noel Ignatiev

40. "You're trying to help them… that's a good thing. But you can't always count on seeing their gratitude," he said wanting to comfort her before he added a grain of salt. "You know what Tolstoy said… if you are unhappy with your life, you can change it in two ways… either improve the conditions you live in or improve your inner spiritual state. The first isn't always possible but the second is… In the end, Alex, people need to go directly to the source of Grace for themselves."
Author: Paul Alkazraji

41. "I was in the deep water. It was dark and unclear and the taste of the salt was in my mouth."
Author: Raymond Chandler

42. "Tadas was sent to the principal today," announced Jonas at dinner. He wedged a huge piece of sausage into his small mouth."Why?" I asked."Because he talked about hell," sputtered Jonas, juice from the plump sausage dribbling down his chin."Jonas, don't speak with your mouth full. Take smaller pieces," scolded Mother."Sorry," said Jonas with his moth stuffed. "It's good." He finished chewing. I took a bite of sausage. It was warm and the skin was deliciously salty."Tadas told one of the girls that hell is the worst place ever and there's no escape for all eternity.""Now why would Tadas be talking of hell?" asked Papa, reaching for the vegetables."Because his father told him that if Stalin comes to Lithuania, we'll all end up there."
Author: Ruta Sepetys

43. "Names I am most commonly called by telemarketers: Simone, Slain, Siobhan, Flo, Stacey, Susan, Slater, Leanne, and Slow (Yes, my parents named me "Slow". That's because they hate me and made me sleep in the linen closet subsisting only on bath salts and Scope)."
Author: Sloane Crosley

44. "I inhale, and the two best smells in my world get trapped in my lungs: the salty, cool sting of the ocean in the morning and sweet, morning-sweaty smell of Whit."
Author: Steph Campbell

45. "Drenching his shirt with saltwater"
Author: Stephenie Meyer

46. "Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their death count."
Author: Suzanne Collins

47. "Or, to state his character as it stood in the scale of public opinion, when his friends and critics were in tantrums, he was considered rather a bad man; when they were pleased, he was rather a good man; when they were neither, he was a man whose moral colour was a kind of pepper-and-salt mixture."
Author: Thomas Hardy

48. "El me dijo una vez que fuese valiente, y aunque he permanecido inmóvil mientras cuchillos se dirigian hacia mi cara y he saltado de un techo, nunca pensé que necesitaria valentía en los más pequeños momentos de mi vida."
Author: Veronica Roth

49. "Why, from the very windows, even in the dusk, you see a swelling run through the street, an aspiration, as with arms outstretched, eyes desiring, mouths agape. And then we peaceably subside. For if the exaltation lasted we should be blown like foam into the air. The stars would shine through us. We should go down the gale in salt drops- as sometimes happens. For the impetuous spirits will have none of this cradling. Never any swaying or aimlessly lolling for them. Never any making believe, or lying cosily, or genially supposing that one is much like another, fire warm, wine pleasant, extravagance a sin."
Author: Virginia Woolf

50. "(While interviewing The University Student:)'Oh, poor Xinran. You haven't even got the various categories of women straight. How can you possibly hope to understand men? Let me tell you. When men have been drinking, they come out with a set of definitions for women. Lovers are "swordfish", tasty but with sharp bones. "Personal secretaries" are "carp", the longer you "stew" them, the more flavour they have. Other men's wives are "Japanese puffer fish", trying a mouthful could be the end of you, but risking death is a source of pride.''And what about their own wives?''Salt cod, because it keeps for a long time. When there is no other food, salt cod is cheap and convenient."
Author: Xinran

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