“The beginning of hardship is like the first taste of bitter food--it seems for a moment unbearable; yet, if there is nothing else to satisfy our hunger, we take another bite and find it possible to go on.” IfsFirstsMomentsSeemsGoes OnTasteHungerBitterHardshipBitesUnbearable Book:Four Novels of George Eliot Source: Four Novels of George Eliot
“Will we allow the decline of our language-the language of Shakespeare, Shaw and Steinbeck? Will we abuse our precious gift of communication? Will we bite our mother tongue with the teeth of indifference, crushing the taste buds of clarity and, without prompt application of the antiseptic of education, causing the gangrene of strained metaphors? Stand up, America, and let me hear your answer: Ain't no way, dude!” WayAmericaMotherLanguageAnswersCommunicationTasteLet MeAbuseMetaphorTongueTeethClarityIndifferenceCrushBitesApplicationDeclineBudPromptsPrecious GiftsMother TongueTaste Buds Author:Mike Nichols
“Love is the grand prize and the garbage heap. Love is a spiritual root canal and the only thing that makes life worth living. Love is a little taste of always and a big bite of nothing. And love is everything in between these extremes.” LittlesBigsSpiritualLove IsTasteRootsAnd LoveExtremesPrizeBitesGarbageWorth LivingLife Worth LivingCanalsRoot Canals Author:Robert Fulghum
“Bean finds the best apple in our tree and hands it up to me. "You know what this tastes like when you first bite into it?" she asks. "No, what?" "Blue sky." "You're zoomed." "You ever eat blue sky?" "No," I admit. "Try it sometime," she says. "It's apple-flavored.” KnowsTryingFirstsHandsAsksTreeSkyTasteBlueApplesBitesBeansBlue Sky Author:Rodman Philbrick
“A smile flickered across Coral’s face. “Have you ever noticed that once you have had a taste of certain sweets—raspberry trifle is my own despair—it is quite impossible not to think, not to want, not to crave until you have taken another bite?” “Lord Swartingham is not a raspberry trifle.” “No, more of a dark chocolate mousse, I should think,” Coral murmured. “And,” Anna continued as if she hadn’t heard the interruption, “I don’t need another bite, uh,night of him.” IfsThinkingWantNeedsShouldFacesNightCertainDarkMy OwnLordTakenImpossibleHeardSweetTasteDespairChocolateBitesCraveTriflesAnnaInterruptionsDark ChocolateRaspberriesChocolate Mousse Author:Elizabeth Hoyt
“She licked again, taking her time,even though she didn't need to; her first stroke numbed the bite site. No, this second taste was for her, not him, and there was no lying about that. "I'm starting to feel like a Tootsie Pop, here" he rasped. She couldn't contain a smile. " Yes... how did that old commercial go?" She licked him. "One." She licked him again, and he moaned. "Two." She licked him once more, and his hips came off the bed, "Three.” NeedsFeelsFirstsTwoLyingThreeTasteBedStartingPopsHipsBitesSiteStrokes Author:Larissa Ione