#sauce

I make enemies deliberately. They are the sauce piquante to my dish of life. ↗

— Elsa Maxwell

#dish #i #life #make #sauce

Give us this day our daily taste. Restore to us soups that spoons will not sink in and sauces which are never the same twice. Raise up among us stews with more gravy than we have bread to blot it with Give us pasta with a hundred fillings. ↗

— Robert Farrar Capon

#blot #bread #daily #day #give

The Liberals are the flying saucers of politics. No one can make head nor tail of them and they never are seen twice in the same place. ↗

— John G. Diefenbaker

#head #liberals #make #never #nor

Life is actually a series of encounters in which one event may change those that follow in a wholly unpredictable, even devastating way. ↗

— Michael Chrichton

#change

Empty packets of hot sauce remind me of the love I used to have for her. Now all I’m left with is this yummy taco. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#empty #food #hot-sauce #love #reminder

I am three forks away from eating all your food with two homeless guys. It’s too bad I only have a suitcase full of spoons and a bucket of soy sauce.
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— Jarod Kintz

#food #funny #homeless #humor #nonsense

She had been amazed-and a little relieved-to discover that she was not concealing some private neurosis; almost all imaginative people heard voices. Not just thoughts but actual voices inside their heads, different personae, each as clearly defined as the voices on an old-time radio show. They came from the right side of the brain, the teacher explained-the side which is most commonly associated with visions of telepathy and that striking human ability to create images by drawing comparisons and making metaphors. There are no such things as flying saucers. ↗

— Stephen King

#right-brain #imagination

I hated cranberry sauce, but for some reason my mom persisted in her lifelong belief that it was my very favorite food, even though every single Thanksgiving I politely declined to include it on my plate. ↗

— John Green

#favorite-food #food

A good upbringing means not that you won't spill sauce on the tablecloth, but that you won't notice it when someone else does. ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#else #good #means #notice #sauce

What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. ↗

— Marcus Terentius Varro

#goose #sauce