Quotes About Delicacy

Nor can you get a meal anywhere in the South without being confronted with "grits"; a pale, lumpy, tasteless kind of porridge which the Southerner insists is a delicacy but which I believe they ingest as punishment for their sins.

Truffle isn't exactly aphrodisiac but under certain circumstances it tends to make women more tender and men more likable

This growth in the number, speed of formation, permanence, delicacy and complexity of associations possible for an animal reaches its acme in the case of man.

A delicacy of taste is favorable to love and friendship, by confining our choice to few people, and making us indifferent to the company and conversation of the greater part of men.

How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.

Carelessness doesn't bounce; it shatters.

Strawberries are the angels of the earth, innocent and sweet with green leafy wings reaching heavenward.

Ich nannte das Glashaus

She drifted, feather-like, in tenuous radiance… Her gown, it seemed a thing made out of mist, As though the dewy air Had gathered in a cloud about her form To clothe a shape so fair That nothing coarser could adorn it than A layer of atmosphere.

A stammering man is never a worthless one. Physiology can tell you why. It is an excess of delicacy, excess of sensibility to the presence of his fellow creature, that makes him stammer.

There's no point breaking a lot of crockery unnecessarily.

A soft light's got its own appeal.

Even from just a little thing, it's still possible to die.

Something for the high-class restaurants to feature, charge ten bucks a plate for.

Her smile colud've broen glass.

slightest touch or movement brought on nausea

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful...

She looked pale, mysterious, like a lily, drowned under water, he thought.

every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!

One rose leaf, falling from an enormous height, like a little parachute dropped from an invisible balloon, turns, flutters waveringly.

light and evanescent but held together by bolts of iron

En cualquier caso, parecía todo luz, resplandeciente, como un pájaro o un etéreo plumón que hubiera entrado con un soplo de viento y se hubiese posado un instante en una zarza.

She was all rose and honey.