Saltiness Quotes

#1. Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time. #Quote by William Shakespeare

#2. I feel him beside me, hear the even sound of his breathing, smell the delicious saltiness of his skin.
I have missed him.
I move to face him, and that's when the pain reminds me that I've recently been stabbed. I bury my face in the pillow, but it doesn't quite muffle my yelp.
"Emma?" Galen says groggily. I feel his hand in my hair, stroking the length of it. "Don't move, angelfish. Stay on your stomach. I'll go tell Rachel you're ready for more pain medicine."
Immediately I disobey and turn my face up to him. He shakes his head. "I've recently learned where your stubbornness comes from."
I grimace/smile. "My mom?"
"Worse. King Antonis. The resemblance is uncanny." He leans down and presses his lips to mine and all too quickly springs back up. "Now, be a good little deviant and stay put while I go get more pain meds."
"Galen," I say.
"Hmmm?"
"How bad am I hurt?"
He caresses the outline of my cheek. His touch could disintegrate me. "Hurt at all is bad enough for me."
"Yeah, but you've always been a baby about this stuff." I grin at his faux offense.
"Your mother says it's only a flesh wound. She's been treating it."
"Mom is here?"
"She's downstairs. Uh…You should know that Grom is here, too."
Grom left the tribunal and headed for land? Did that mean it all ended badly? Well, even worse than my getting impaled? An urgent need to know everything about everything shimmies through me. "Whoa. Sit. Talk. Now. #Quote by Anna Banks

#3. And we exhaust ourselves with this playful joust, we look at each other, silently, eye to eye, no smiles, nothing more to be said. All at one, we both leap, like wolf mates reunited, searching for that which identifies us as belonging to each other: the scent of our skin, the taste of our tongues, the smoothness of our hair, the saltiness of our necks, the ridges of our spines, the slopes and creases we know so well yet feel so new. He is tender and I am wild, nuzzling and nipping, both of us tumbling until we lose all memory of who we are before this moment, because at his moment we are the same. #Quote by Amy Tan

#4. 13"You are the salt of the earth, k but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people's feet. #Quote by Anonymous

#5. When we walk along the beach and feel the sand beneath our toes and then the surf sends small waves to gently caress our feet; then we smell the saltiness upon the wind; that is when we know that we have come home from whence we came. #Quote by Anthony T. Hincks

#6. His gaze locked with hers as he leaned into her, his mouth finding hers. She tasted the saltiness of her tears and the cold scent of the winter day on his lips. #Quote by B. J. Daniels

#7. Anyone looking back at the log later, trying to piece together a mystery, would find nothing but times and dry entries. It was a lazy Sunday. What made it meaningful were not the facts or details, but the imperceptibles. Inner life. The smell of the beach grass and the feel of sand on a bathroom floor when changing out of a swimsuit. The heat of American summer. Line ten of the log read simply: 10:22 Condor ate second breakfast. It couldn't capture the perfect toasting of the onion bagel or the saltiness of the fish in contrast with the thickness of cream cheese. It was time lost in a book - a journey of imagination, transportation - which to others simply looks like sitting or lying stomach-down on the rug in front of a summertime fire, legs bent at the knees, up ninety degrees, kicking absently, feet languid in the air. #Quote by Noah Hawley

#8. The sea, perhaps because of its saltiness, roughens the outside but keeps sweet the kernel of its servants' soul. #Quote by Joseph Conrad

#9. I avoid looking at anyone as I take tiny spoonfuls of fish soup. The saltiness reminds me of my tears. #Quote by Suzanne Collins

#10. When I am lonely for boys what I miss is their bodies. The smell of their skin, its saltiness. The rough whisper of stubble against my cheek. The strong firm hands, the way they rest on the curve of my back. #Quote by A.M. Harte

#11. The only memory I have was how the wrestler's balls that were thrust into my face left a saltiness on my lips. At first I assumed it was from the tacos, and then I realised I'd not eaten any today. I #Quote by Karl Pilkington