Salt Quotes

“There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.”
― Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

“Everybody has a little bit of the sun and moon in them. Everybody has a little bit of man, woman, and animal in them. Darks and lights in them. Everyone is part of a connected cosmic system. Part earth and sea, wind and fire, with some salt and dust swimming in them. We have a universe within ourselves that mimics the universe outside. None of us are just black or white, or never wrong and always right. No one. No one exists without polarities. Everybody has good and bad forces working with them, against them, and within them.


PART SUN AND MOON by Suzy Kassem”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand,
Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree
From which a small wood-owl calls.”
― Johannes Bobrowski

“Eat, Your Highness. "
"Everything tastes like doom, " he whispered.
"Then add salt.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“[N]obody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.”
― Rebecca West, The Harsh Voice

“I shivered in those
solitudes
when I heard
the voice
of
the salt
in the desert.”
― Pablo Neruda

“All worries are less with wine.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things.

Love is the same way.

Use it to "season" people.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“The queen smiled as she lay her head upon the pillow. When I kissed her cheek, I could taste the salt of her tears.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows

“You are the salt of the earth. But remember that salt is useful when in association, but useless in isolation.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“Don't be a pepper on the eyes of people; Rather be the salt on their tongue and make a difference that influences their sense of belonging to the earth.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“The laboratory evidence that carbohydrate-rich diets can cause the body to reain water and so raise blood pressure, just as salt consumption is supposed to do, dates back well over a century”
― Gary Taubes, Good Calories, Bad Calories: Challenging the Conventional Wisdom on Diet, Weight Control, and Disease

“You bring out the best of everything--- the sweet, the sour, the bitter. You're the reason to savor things. You're the first seasoning, and the last. You're the sea. You're the stars. Life is built on salt, and I--- I want to build mine with you."
"Say it again," Maura whispered, and he thought for a moment she was teasing, but her eyes were glassy, wet.
"I love you like salt.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“In the end, he doesn't know her by sight, or touch, or sound. Only by taste.
The flavor of her kiss a craving, its quality like coming home.
The best thing he has ever tried. Will ever. Ever could.
A special kind of salt.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“Pearl saltbush
Meaning: My hidden worth
Maireana sedifolia | South Australia and Northern Territory

Common in deserts and salty environments, this low shrub creates a fascinating ecosystem of almost hidden treasures: geckoes, fairy wrens, fungi and lichen colonies. Drought-tolerant, with silvery grey evergreen foliage that forms a dense groundcover that is fire-retardant.”
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

“It was a quote by Isak Dinesen. 'The cure for anything is salt water--sweat, tears, or the sea.”
― Marc Cameron, Open Carry

“He was deeply in love with her. Truly. Madly. A kind of love he'd never dared fathom. It hadn't happened in an instant--- a flash in the pan, quick sear, raw within--- but over time, his initial wallop of attraction so thin and bland beside the concentrated feeling that consumed him now, this love that had simmered slowly, sauce marrying over long, low heat.
Maura with the tarot, shuffling his cards, dashing his dreams, telling him to quit in a way that only drove him to think about her: the tartness of tomato, stewing over flame.
Maura in the dark, pulling down his mask, kissing him in the stairwell of that strange immersion theater: the heat of hot pepper flakes.
Maura in his bed, in his T-shirt, eating grilled cheese in the middle of the night, feeding it to him, crumbs on the comforter, her fingers in his mouth: the sweet emulsion of butter.
Maura arguing with him, one hand on her hip, pissed the hell off: basil, torn.
Maura working through a problem, her forehead furrowed, eyes in such sharp focus: the concentration of tomato paste.
Maura walking into a room, the air shifting, his eyes finding hers: garlic, caramelized.
Maura when she said his name, when she whispered it, when she traced it into his shoulder, gasped it, screamed it, held it in her mouth like a secret: pepper--- red and black and white--- grinding in a mill.
Maura in the world, living with so much life, so much yearning, so much hunger, that all he ever wanted to do was feed her, satisfy her, love her, make her feel as full as she made him: streams of salt and salt and salt.
It had all stirred together inside him until there it was--- love--- and everything else he'd ever tried just fell away, tasteless.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“Some salt gets mined out of the ground, every crystal perfect, its flavor so predictable it graces every kitchen. But other salt comes out of marshes, gets harvested by hand, tastes like the journey it took to find you, including the wrong turns. I love you more because of where I've been, and I'd stay Hungry forever if it would make you believe that loving you was never about not feeling empty. It was about the chance to feel this full.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“I love you, Konstantin. I love you like salt. And I'm going to fix this."
Salt.
More than salt.
Morton's. Himalayan.
Sweat. Blood. Capers. Roe.
Maura.
So much more than salt.
Something shakes loose inside of him. An instinct to feed her.
He only has one memory left, enough for a single ingredient. Something salty--- he was salty in it--- all attitude. But with an undertone of regret, a dash of guilt. A longing for affection.
He recalls it--- the kitchen, the refrigerator door, the way the cold air felt along his skin--- lets it travel along his tongue--- his father and that awful tie, the kids and all of their unkindness, his own fear and shame and loneliness--- rolls it like a marble inside his mouth--- the anger that exploded from his chest, his dad's defeat, his own terrible regret--- and feels it harden, rough and textured, crystalline, saline, its nooks and crannies and hand-harvested flakes seasoned to taste, flavored by this memory--- the ache for attention, for connection, for love.
It's a subtle salt. Delicate.
Fleur de sel.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“My wife was of salt. Grains of salt, ready to dissolve. Salt always has a kind of coercion. There's something in its flavor that tastes like distress...”
― Najwa Barakat, Mister N

“I had a great aunt, Leona, who would sit and eat raw onions with me like apples as a kid. She would pour salt on the table cloth, dip it in and take a bite. What a genius.”
― Aesop Rock

“The friend who puts salt on your wounds when you are injured was originally a silent enemy.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“His Word is a salt that flavours the earth. That is why if one is empowered by His Word, the outcomes can be seen everywhere.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, The Infallible Word of God: 365 Inspirational Quotes

“Poor bastard wouldn't know a spice if it drew steel on him.”
― T. Kingfisher, Paladin's Faith

“It wasn't lost on him, the poetry, the symmetry of this last bite.
Everything had begun with a taste of liver. Now it would end with one.
Kostya reached inside himself, to the place in his gut that felt inevitable, an entry point, its emptiness like a door. He reached for his dad. For Frankie. For the other side.
He could almost feel the hands of the Dead reaching out for him in turn.
He placed the pufferfish liver onto his tongue.
Wet, cold, slippery with blood.
Toxic, exotic, a once-in-a-lifetime taste.
He chewed hard, fast, before he lost his nerve.
Fatty, mineral, metallic, cream. Bitter, in the back of his throat.
Tears streamed down his face. Liquid fear.
Like salt, he told Maura, instead of goodbye, and swallowed.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“Salt reminds her. She tastes it in everything, minuscule pyramids of Maldon, coarse grains of Kosher, perfect pink granules of Himalayan Sea, black flecks of Kala Namak, plain old crystals of iodized Morton's, the little yellow salt girl on the label. Her favorite is always fleur de sel, its delicate flakes like petals, and as they melt across her tongue she can feel him, their bond unbroken even in death, and in her mouth he lives again, is right there, his aftertaste.
He isn't here, she knows.
But he's not gone.”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“Chronic cellular dehydration painfully and prematurely kills. Its initial outward manifestations have until now been labeled as diseases of uknown origin.”
― F. Batmanghelidj, M.D., Your Body's Many Cries for Water: You Are Not Sick, You Are Thirsty: Don't Treat Thirst With Medications

“Maybe he’d talk privately to Blaine later on, see what he could do to keep from being influenced by anything malevolent. Sage and salt in his underwear, maybe, although that would chafe. A little chafing was probably worth not having a spirit using him, though.”
― Sean Michael, The Librarian's Ghost

“You have neglected to unlock the hidden heat within your liquid."
I frowned, confused. "But the cream is cold. There is no heat."
Becker smiled. "All liquids contain a latent heat concealed within themselves. Even when they feel cold, they are secretly hot. You must withdraw that fire by means of the frigorific method."
I didn't even attempt to repeat the word. "It all sounds rather complicated."
"On the contrary," Becker said. "It is simplicity itself. What you require, my dear lady, is salt.”
― Laura Shepherd-Robinson, The Art of a Lie

“Oftentimes, when making a dessert, you'll find a pinch of salt brings out the sweetness in the dish far more than extra sugar. It sounds counterintuitive but it is a fact, and one I've thought about often. What's true in the kitchen is often true more generally in life.”
― Vicky Zimmerman, Miss Cecily's Recipes for Exceptional Ladies