When I played for the Steelers and I got my bell rung, I'd take smelling salts and go right back out there.
Grief rolled across the space between us like a wash of salt water.
The biggest problem with Bill Schutz's food is his timidity with herbs and spices and some bizarre primeval fear of salt.
As Christians continue to be vilified let us continue to rejoice and be exceedingly glad. It means we are salt, light and with Him.
None of Your Business. ' It's the only Salt-N-Pepa song that I regret.
Let us remember that we are all Indians eating Indian grain and salt, and living on the dumb Indian masses.
I think a lot of education has to be involved. If they would have alternative items, so that, say, for a dollar more, you can get breakfast tacos stuffed with egg whites, and olive oil, and avocado; not guacamole, because they put the salt in it. Just ask for fresh avocado slices, and you could have that.
Salt is like good-humor, and nearly every thing is better for a pinch of it.
Listen, are we helpless? Are we doomed to do it again and again and again? Have we no choice but to play the Phoenix in an unending sequence of rise and fall? Assyria, Babylon, Egypt, Greece, Carthage, Rome, the Empires of Charlemagne and the Turk: Ground to dust and plowed with salt. Spain, France, Britain, America—burned into the oblivion of the centuries. And again and again and again. Are we doomed to it, Lord, chained to the pendulum of our own mad clockwork, helpless to halt its swing? This time, it will swing us clean to oblivion.
I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the tilted rush to the lips and the slow swallowing down to the lapping belly, the salt on the tongue, the foam at the corners.
Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.
Every great loss demands that we choose life again. We need to grieve in order to do this. The pain we have not grieved over will always stand between us and life. When we don't grieve, a part of us becomes caught in the past like Lot's wife who, because she looked back, was turned into a pillar of salt.
The best smell is bread; the best saver, salt; the best love, that of children.
And I definitely do that very British thing of, take things with a pinch of salt, stiff upper lip, you know what I mean?
I am fairly tired--bored beyond endurance--by the world we live in, and its ideals, and am ready to say so, not violently, but kindly, as one rubs salt into the back of a flogged sailor as though one loved him.
Every body consists of three ingredients. The names of these are Sulphur, Mercury, and Salt.
Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself. . . It's a self-exploratory operation that is endless. An exorcism of not necessarily his demon, but of his divine discontent.
But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.
After my hip operation, I had to cut out butter, which I loved, and salt. I no longer eat desserts with lots of cream, and I've cut right back on alcohol.
It's really important for your health, because you will never use as much salt and fat and sugar as a corporation will use cooking for you.