If you put butter and salt on it, it tastes like salty butter.
We all shed salty tears and shed red blood. All is one.
It's not for me. I tried human flesh and it's too salty for my taste.
This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.
It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you. . . . Once the warm, salty butter has hit your tongue, you are smitten. Putty in their hands.
Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.
Both are salty, one will give me carpal tunnel, I'll go with the fries.
The attempt to satisfy greed is like drinking salty water when thirsty. When lost in greed we look outward rather than inward for satisfaction, yet we never find enough to fill the emptiness we wish to escape. The real hunger we feel is for knowledge of our true nature.
If you're wanting something salty, do air-popped popcorn. That, to me, would be a healthier choice than having any kind of fried chip.
There's an old Sysan saying that the soup of life is salty enough without adding tears to it.
It is the deep, salty stickiness of food that intrigues me more than any other quality.
We have heard enough about being practical and efficient and prudent. We heard it preached through several decades that these things would save the world. I think that, with the salty taste of blood and sweat on our lips, we are learning that we had best talk once again about doing what is right.
We must know the difference between sweat and tears. Sweat is wet. Tears are wet. Sweat is salty. Tears are salty. But progress comes through sweat. Progress never came through tears.
Ah, Caviar! I keep on eating it, but can never get my fill. Like olives. It's a lucky thing it's not salty.
Poseidon held out his arms and gave me a hug. I realized, a little embarrassed, that I'd never actually hugged my dad before. He was warm—like a regular human—and he smelled of a salty beach and fresh sea air.
I like to eat. I'm always on the edge of how much can I eat without looking too - you know. If I eat something salty, it makes me want something sweet. I eat something sweet, then I want salty. And exercise is not my thing, though I do it.
Troubles cured you salty as a country ham, smoky to the taste, thick-skinned and tender inside.
Excuse me, Captain. Are you two going to weep salty tears of admiration over a helmet all night, or do we have matters to discuss?
I've decided to hire a 'food taster', not because I think anyone is trying to kill me, but because I want to make sure it's not to salty.
