Savours Quotes & Sayings

Life would pall if it were all sugar; salt is bitter if taken by itself; but when tasted as part of the dish, it savours the meat. Difficulties are the salt of life. — Robert Baden-Powell

The overseer wouldna speak to me of Ian, but he told me other things that would curl your hair, if it wasna already curled up like sheep's wool." He glanced at me, and a half-smile lit his face, inspite of his obvious perturbation.
"Judging by the state of your hair, Sassenach, I should say that it's going to rain verra soon now. — Diana Gabaldon

They feel very stupid and strange, the things going through your mind. You're making us very tired, with all your thinking of stupid imaginary impossible things. — Orson Scott Card

I mean, do you know what you get when you call a suicide hotline in New York city? A busy signal. Literally. — Brian K. Vaughan

I like the monologue even more than the duet, when it is good. It's like watching a man write a book expressly for you: he writes it, reads it aloud, acts it, revises it, savours it, enjoys it, enjoys your enjoyment of it, and then tears it up and throws it to the winds. It's a sublime performance, because while he's going through with it you are God for him-unless you happen to be an insensitive and impatient dolt. But in that case the kind
of monologue I refer to never happens. — Henry Miller

Well, every art requires appreciation, doesn't it? I mean people who paint, sculpt, or write books want an audience. that's the reason they're doing it for, and it's the same when you're a cook. You need somebody who savours it, not one who just says, 'Oh it's not bad. — Margaret Powell

[ ... ] most [Christians] I had met up until that time were kind of wimpy and seemed to have more opinions about what or who they were against than who they were for. — Bob Goff

PUCK
How now, spirit! whither wander you?
FAIRY
Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon. — William Shakespeare

What is first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does second love bring? Only regret for the first. — John Hay

I ain't thinking of tomorrow, tomorrow thinks of me like a garcia, bulk of money on tha counter, I told her, baby I see you as my cashier — Lil' Wayne

He is someone who lives in the moment, with no affection for the past. He savours every instant of the present as if it were still the best and only time, with no comparisons, no measurement. — Kim Thuy

All of it is a symptom of the broader American mindset which is obsessed with "progress." The general attitude this takes is very similar to Orwell's sheep when they said "four legs good, two legs bad," except for us it's "new is good, old is bad." The amount of thought involved in the progressive agenda rarely seems to go farther than that. — David Lawrence Palm

You can't improvise if you are tense. Or thinking too much. You have to really let it go. — Joy Bryant

Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven-a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savours of anti-climax. — F Scott Fitzgerald

The Passion that one Soul hath for God cannot be judged by another. — Erica Jong

I can still catch the fragrance of many things which stir me with feelings of melancholy and send delicious shivers of delight through me - dark and sunlit streets, houses and towers, clock chimes and people's faces, rooms full of comfort and warm hospitality, rooms full of secret and profound, ghostly fears. It is a world that savours of warm corners, rabbits, servant girls, household remedies and dried fruit. It was the meeting-place of two worlds; day and night came thither from two opposite poles. — Hermann Hesse

As with the future, it is not all at once but grain by grain that one savours the past. — Marcel Proust

A writer's life is in his work, and that is the place to find him. — Joyce Carol Oates

...the woods, when they give at all, give unstintedly, and hold nothing back from their true worshippers. We must go to them lovingly, humbly, patiently, watchfully, and we shall learn what poignant loveliness lurks in the wild places and silent intervales, lying under starshine and sunset, what cadences of unearthly music are harped on aged pine boughs or crooned in copses of fir, what delicate savours exhale from mosses and ferns in sunny corners or on damp brooklands, what dreams and myths and legends of an older time haunt them. Then the immortal heart of the woods will beat against ours and its subtle life will steal into our veins and make us its own forever, so that no matter where we go or how widely we wander we shall yet be drawn back to the forest to find our most enduring kinship. — L.M. Montgomery

I am sorry to think that you do not get a man's most effective criticism until you provoke him. Severe truth is expressed with some bitterness. — Henry David Thoreau

The Kabbalists say that the holy one of the universe is broken, and that we are extensions of the holy one and carry that brokenness inside of us. Our task is to fix our brokenness and hence the brokenness of the holy one. — Rebecca Pidgeon

I foresee problems — Stephen King

I went to Performing Arts because that was the only school that would accept me. My scholastic level was not very high. — Al Pacino

Shall I be able to understand the sense of what you have written?

No, King, what a poet writes is not meant to have any sense.

What then?

To have the tune itself.

What do you mean? Is there no philosophy in it?

No, none at all, thank goodness.

What does it say, then?

King, it says "I exist." Don't you know the meaning of the first cry of the new-born child? The child, when it is born, hears at once the cries of the earth and water and sky, which surround him,--and they all cry to him, "We exist," and his tiny little heart responds, and cries out in its turn, "I exist." My poetry is like the cry of that new-born child. It is a response to the cry of the Universe. — Rabindranath Tagore

Social service that savours of patronage is not service. — Mahatma Gandhi