Quote by Catherynne M. Valente Download Open image ““We must not dwell on what we were in our salad days when soup days steam now upon the table!”” — Catherynne M. Valente ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“One day, we will live in a world without salads. It is a dream I have.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“It is all but impossible to sit quietly by when someone is throwing salad plates.” — James Thurber Copy Share Image
“But since soup mainly involves tossing everything in a pot and waiting, it's one of my better dishes.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I was hamming it up so much you could virtually taste the salad too.” — storm constantine Copy Share Image
“That bowl of soup—it was dearer than freedom, dearer than life itself, past, present, and future.” — Alexander Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
“In those days food was never just sustenance; the very act of cooking knit our disparate lives together.” — Sasha Martin Copy Share Image
“… not my own opinion, but my wife’s: Yesterday, when weary with writing, I was called to supper, and a salad I had… — Johannes Kepler Copy Share Image
“If the soup had been as warm as the wine, and the wine as old as the fish, and the fish as young as… — Mark Forsyth Copy Share Image
“The wind chime sounded like a spoon clanging against a cereal bowl, and I was glad I was having soup for breakfast.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
When I saw him I thought I could curl up inside him and go to sleep and never wake up." "Men are no good… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“You couldn't ever really fix a sad story. You could only make another. And another. And another, until you found the right one at… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“He considers it for a moment and spits out the seeds, which sprout, quickly, into tiny junkblossoms sizzling with recursive algorithms. The algorithms wriggle… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Truly, Mallow yearned to know everything. Curiosity was part of her, like her short blond hair and bitten fingernails.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“The cicada lies in the earth for seventeen years. It is warm and dark there, it is soft and wet. Its little legs curl… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Her heart was bruised by the kiss, smashed and surprised and unsettled by it. September thought kisses were all nice, sweet things asked for… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“September put her hand on the grip of the Rivet Gun. She’d only just gotten it, and she’d promised to take copious notes for… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“You see, the future is a kind of stew, a soup, a vichyssoise of the present and the past. That's how you get the… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Fairy tales have always been about getting through the worst of everything, the darkest and the deepest and the bloodiest of events. They are… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image