Quotes About Delicacy

My favorite food in the world is hard shell crabs from Maryland.

I like nice food. Some people like cars, nice clothes, a nice house, and I like that stuff, but I like nice foods.

I like things which appear fragile but are tough inside.

He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

There was a collage of dead butterflies on the wall.

I am indeed willing to acknowledge what I have done, an error and presumption. I will call it an error and presumption because I swerved from the accustomed flowery paths of female delicacy.

I'm not very much of a foodie; I like small amounts of delicious things, but I've never overeaten - I'd much rather have a glass of wine.

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.

Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts, membranes, retinas or rags; and they quickly fill up with un-things: old legs and wings and heads and hollow abdomens and body bags of wasps.

I think oysters are overrated, and I don't love the texture.

Said Father Basil: "Saint Benedict takes the image that Scripture uses to speak about Christ himself. 'A bruised reed he will not break, a smoldering wick he will not quench.' Humanity is already fragile. We need to treat it with care, with concern, with delicacy.

Our love is a hurting delicacy, an old killer whiskey, a curse, and too beautiful for words.

They were graceful. It looked like they were pollinating flowers

A giant inverted steel pyramid is perfectly balanced on its point. Any movement of the pyramid will cause it to topple over. Underneath the pyramid is a $100 bill. How do you remove the bill without disturbing the pyramid?

But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar: it can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

Do you not think, Mrs. Givings, that snow is always kind? Because it has to fall slowly, to meet the ground slowly, or the eyelash slowly— And things that meet each other slowly are kind.

Lace is a kind of white writing which you can only read when there's skin behind it.

This is the porcelain clay of humankind.

Splendor awaits in minute proportions.

She became transparent skin over bones, her eyes drowning in violet wells, her hands damp spider webs.

us. I felt like a drop of rain in a spiderweb, and I was careful not to slide down.

Flowers are divine, they have divine qualities that I adore. And they also connect me with femininity.

What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it?

And how does one basically recognize good development? In that a well-developed man does our senses good: that he is carved from wood which is hard, delicate, and sweet-smelling, all at the same time.