If variety is the spice of life, marriage is the big can of leftover Spam.
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
A little blue-eyed blonde in a red hot sweater, wants to spice my chili, I think I'll let her.
I absolutely hate Take That, East 17, the Spice Girls.
Sandwich outdoors isn’t a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.
Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel. . . smelling of changes to come.
Dullness is the spice of life. Which is why we must always use other spices.
Variety is the spice of love.
I was obsessed with the Spice Girls! I always wanted to be Sporty. Or Posh, but I wasn't pretty enough.
Flirting with death is the spice of life.
To be individual, my friends, to be different from others, is the only way to become distinguished from the common herd. Let us be glad, therefore, that we differ from one another in form and in disposition. Variety is the spice of life, and we are various enough to enjoy one another's society; so let us be content.
Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy
Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Spice and not a lady. I'm on a horse.
He held the book up to his nose. It smelled like Old Spice talcum powder. Books that smelled that way were usually fun to read. He threw the book onto his bed and went to his suitcase. After rummaging about for awhile, he came up with a long, narrow box of chocolate-covered mints. He loved to eat candy while he read, and lots of his favorite books at home had brown smudges on the corners of the pages.
I'm OK with being the Old Spice Guy because before I was the Old Spice Guy I was the guy looking for work on his couch.
Vary your training, your running partners, and your environment. Only your imagination limits the ways you can spice up your running routine.
It is crazy even to ask what creativity is. It would be just as useful to interview a caraway plant in your garden and ask: "How did you decided to be a spice?"
I wrote 'Lights' a long, long time ago. And I expected it to be on the album, because it was - I wrote it with 'Biff' Stannard. And he wrote every single Spice Girls song and every single pop song of the 90s, basically. So I thought, you know, I was really lucky to work with him, but I didn't think it would be a big song for some reason.
A little danger adds spice to life.
Go, little book, and wish to all Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall, A bin of wine, a spice of wit, A house with lawns enclosing it, A living river by the door, A nightingale in the sycamore!