Quotations list about flavor, aroma and flavored captions for Instagram citing Marge Kennedy, Eleanor Roosevelt and Anonymous flavorless sayings.
Soup is a lot like a family. Each ingredient enhances the others; each batch has its own characteristics; and it needs time to simmer to reach full flavor.
— Marge Kennedy
If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor.
— Eleanor Roosevelt flavor quote
You've never lived until you've almost died, for those who fought for it, life has a flavor the protected will never know.
People don't want just vanilla. They want 31 flavors. I couldn't do what Rihanna does. I couldn't do what Gaga does. They can't do what I do.
— Katy Perry
Life has a certain flavor for those who have fought and risked all that the sheltered and protected can never experience.
— flavor quotation by John Stuart Mill
Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
We are living in a world today where lemonade is made from artificial flavors and furniture polish is made from real lemons.
I grew up across the street from, you know, the Villarias, which was a great Mexican family there. In fact, there was three houses right across the street from me. So, day and night, I listened to Mexican music, and I'm sure, you know, my guitar playing, singing, writing, whatever, has a lot of Mexican flavor there, but it comes natural.
Good advice is not usually served in our favorite flavor.
The improved American highway system isolated the American-in-transit.
On his speedway he had no contact with the towns which he by-passed. If he stopped for food or gas, he was served no local fare or local fuel, but had one of Howard Johnson's nationally branded ice cream flavors, and so many gallons of Exxon. This vast ocean of superhighways was nearly as free of culture as the sea traversed by the Mayflower Pilgrims.
The wisest is he that knows only that he knows nothing.
God only knows. We mortals are only troubled with morbid little ideas, sired by circumstance and damned by folly. The human head can absorb only the flavorings of its surroundings. We assume that our faith political and our creed religious are founded upon our reason, when they are really made for us by social conditions over which we had little control.
If any man has drunk a little too deeply from the cup of physical pleasure;
if he has spent too much time at his desk that should have been spent asleep; if his fine spirits have become temporarily dulled; if he finds the air too damp, the minutes too slow, and the atmosphere too heavy to withstand; if he is obsessed by a fixed idea which bars him from any freedom of thought: if he is any of these poor creatures, we say, let him be given a good pint of amber-flavored chocolate... and marvels will be performed.
After all, coffee is bitter, a flavor from the forbidden and dangerous realm.
Unpretending mediocrity is good, and genius is glorious;
but a weak flavor of genius in an essentially common person is detestable. It spoils the grand neutrality of a commonplace character, as the rinsings of an unwashed wine-glass spoil a draught of fair water.
The inspired scribbler always has the gift for gossip in our common usage he or she can always inspire the commonplace with an uncommon flavor, and transform trivialities by some original grace or sympathy or humor or affection.
With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame.
All my good reading, you might say, was done in the toilet.
There are passages in Ulysses which can be read only in the toilet -- if one wants to extract the full flavor of their content.
In a good play every speech should be as fully flavored as a nut or apple.
A widow is a fascinating being with the flavor of maturity, the spice of experience, the piquancy of novelty, the tang of practiced coquetry, and the halo of one man's approval.
I prefer to regard a dessert as I would imagine the perfect woman: subtle, a little bittersweet, not blowsy and extrovert. Delicately made up, not highly rouged. Holding back, not exposing everything and, of course, with a flavor that lasts.
[Babies] are being introduced to the characteristic flavors and spices of their culture's cuisine even before birth.
I call it 'the flavor rule': Flavor rules!
With the song 'This Christmas' I wanted to do something that was kind of different. I mean, Donny Hathaway is an amazing artist. So I wanted to bring my flavor to the song so when people over the age of 45 or 50 hear it they'll be like 'OK, he did his thing with that record.' It's like I can appeal to everybody and not just a younger demographic.
I don't know what's going to happen. I'm flavor of the month at the moment, but somebody else is going to roll around the corner in three months' time. I just want to keep working. I can't stop!
My grandfather gave me inspiration to cook, and love food and flavors.
My Aunt Raffie, gave me creativity and the inspiration to create new things. My mother inspires me to find simplicity in food.
What interested me was not news, but appraisal.
What I sought was to grasp the flavor of a man, his texture, his impact, what he stood for, what he believed in, what made him what he was and what color he gave to the fabric of his time.
Gossip, even when it avoids the sexual, bears around it a faint flavor of the erotic.
For flavor, instant sex will never supersede the stuff you have to peel and cook.
Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.
What matters in literature in the end is surely the idiosyncratic, the individual, the flavor or the color of a particular human suffering.
I'm the flavor of the month.
My favorite jellybean is the pink one with the flavor inside.
Everybody has a right to like or dislike anything or anyone.
From a flower to a flavor to a book or a composition but it is very sad that in our country we actually fight over such things in an unseemly manner.
Watch a French housewife as she makes her way slowly along the loaded stalls… searching for the peak of ripeness and flavor… What you are seeing is a true artist at work, patiently assembling all the materials of her craft, just as the painter squeezes oil colors onto his palette ready to create a masterpiece.
He lay back for a little in his bed thinking about the smells of food… of the intoxicating breath of bakeries and dullness of buns… He planned dinners, of enchanting aromatic foods… endless dinners, in which one could alternate flavor with flavor from sunset to dawn without satiety, while one breathed great draughts of the bouquet of brandy.
You are eating the sea, that's it, only the sensation of a gulp of sea water has been wafted out of it by some sorcery, and you are on the verge of remembering you don't know what, mermaids or the sudden smell of
kelp on the ebb tide or a poem you read once, something connected
with the flavor of life itself...