A Quote by William Shakespeare

So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground. — © William Shakespeare
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.
A seasoned woman is spicy. She has been marinated in life experiences. Like a complex wine, she can be alternately sweet, tart, sparkling, mellow. She is both maternal and playful. Assured, alluring, and resourceful. She is less likely to have an agenda than a young woman-no biological clock tick-tocking beside her lover's bed, no campaign to lead him to the altar, no rescue fantasies. The seasoned woman knows who she is. She could be any one of us, as long a she is committed to living fully and passionately in the second half of her life, despite failures and false starts.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
I like simple food, seasoned with just salt, pepper, oil and vinegar. Complicated food and complicated lives are never good.
Instant enlightenment. A quintessential modernism, culture and religion accommodated to the age of fast food and bumper stickers. But psyche and spirit are not so exempt from the natural domain that they can simply produce self-change instantaneously, on demand. Wisdom precipitates through a notoriously slow apparatus of retorts and flasks, and it has to find receptive ground only in a properly seasoned mind.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul, like seasoned timber, never gives.
A seasoned woman is spicy. She has been marinated in life experiences. Like a complex wine, she can be alternately sweet, tart, sparkling, mellow. She is both maternal and playful. Assured, alluring, and resourceful.
My food, I think, is big. It's aggressive, it's aggressively seasoned, and it's hearty.
all the vices are seasoned with pride just as the virtues are seasoned and enlivened by charity.
The seasoned woman is going to offer a more seasoned character.
One of my favorite dishes in the world used to be steak tartare, which is raw ground beef seasoned and then served.
Food is a gift and should be treated reverentially--romanced and ritualized and seasoned with memory.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.
Food is a great literary theme. Food in eternity, food and sex, food and lust. Food is a part of the whole of life. Food is not separate.
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but stiketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.
On dispersive ground, therefore, fight not. On facile ground, halt not. On contentious ground, attack not. On open ground, do not try to block the enemy's way. On the ground of intersecting highways, join hands with your allies. On serious ground, gather in plunder. In difficult ground, keep steadily on the march. On hemmed-in ground, resort to stratagem. On desperate ground, fight.
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