Quotes About Delicacy

Flowers tell us about the delicacy and tenderness and whimsical poignant hopefulness of the earth. They tell us about this unexpected unnecessary beauty that takes us off our guard and bursts through our cynicism every year

I love the Mexican chapulines. These little crickets are beautifully roasted with salt and lime.

You can eat very well in Guadeloupe, but the thing I love most is fresh coconut. They make a hole so you can drink the milk straight from the coconut, then they cut it in two for you to eat the flesh.

Her face too was fresh in colour, but it was of a totally different quality - soft and evanescent, like the light under a heap of rose-petals.

Mais tout restait dissous dans une délicatesse et une pâleur spectrales, exempt de toute ligne que l'Å"il aurait pu suivre avec certitude ; les contours des cimes se perdaient, s'embrumaient, s'en allaient en fumée.

Yes, madam, it was all left to me. Oh, she did look sweet. I did her hair, soft-like, round her forehead, all in dainty

Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits.

What they all knew was this: Life was fragile.

Imperceptible It withers in the world, This flower-like human heart.

Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem.

Do you know,' he said quietly. 'I think a baby's hand is the most beautiful thing in the world.

It was like finding out the world was made of gossamer and could be so easily ripped apart. To be solely at the mercy of fate.

They take it wisly, faire, and softe.

...that freshness of feeling, that delicate honor which shrinks from wounding even a sentiment...

She felt that everything was made of glass, as fragile as a sigh

manjar blanco, also called dulce de leche, a kind of blancmange

The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat.

One of the greatest birds I've ever had is called a 'Turducken.' A chicken inside of a duck inside of a turkey. That's one that I love. I've done it a couple times.

It turns out, from what I hear, that roasted fruit bats are delicious.

Everything here is so weak, little girl. Everything breaks so easily. They want such simple things.

The frail letters on the first page were barely legible; they looked like whispers, if whispers had form.

The perfect pouf of a dandelion going to seed: a firm center surrounded by a sphere of feather-winged seeds, delicately congregating, a wispy aura where just yesterday there was a thick yellow bloom. Touched by the slightest wind, the emanation disperses and sends tiny slivers of dandelion being out into the world to propogate their own kind.

A thick carrot soup, green salad, lamb chops and mashed potatoes, cheese and fruit, a chocolate cake.

Jasmine, the name of which signifies fragrance, is the emblem of delicacy and elegance. It is reared with difficulty in New England, but at the South, puts forth all its graces.