Quotes About Flakes

#1. A whirl of thick flakes emerged from an irony-grey infinity, almost obscuring Granta House.

Jojo Moyes

#2. When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

John Dryden

#3. Look up at the miracle of the falling snow, - the air a dizzy maze of whirling, eddying flakes, noiselessly transforming the world, the exquisite crystals dropping in ditch and gutter, and disguising in the same suit of spotless livery all objects upon which they fall.

John Burroughs

#4. It seemed that it was changing subtly, cooking itself down under the pressure of time, silent invisible flakes settling to form a mulch, a crystalline essence of discarded technology, flowering secretly in the Sprawl's waste places.

William Gibson

#5. Down came the dry flakes, fat enough and heavy enough to crash like nickels on stone. It always surprised him, how quiet it was. Not like rain, but like a secret.

Toni Morrison

#6. Ame when this is all over we need to have a serious discussion about Mike. I think he has way too much frosting on his flakes.- Donnatella

Gwen Hayes

#7. I think of magazines as cultural entities rather than boxes of corn flakes that can be sold and shipped around.

Wayne Grady

#8. The owls appeared now, drifting from tree to tree as silently as flakes of soot, hooting in astonishment as the moon rose higher and higher, turning to pink, then gold, and finally riding in a nest of stars, like a silver bubble.

Gerald Durrell

#9. Is it OK for Amazon to know every word of every book you've read? Are you comfortable with that? Maybe you are. Is it OK to let everybody know you eat Corn Flakes? OK, but then there are certain products you might not want people to know that you're using.

Jesse Schell

#10. It was as if, Pulaski sometimes thought, the '60s had tipped the entire country on end and shaken it like a box of cereal until all the flakes ended up in the East Village.

Garth Risk Hallberg

#11. The falling flakes were random and without purpose; the snow was drunker than she was.

Chuck Klosterman

#12. I didn't lose everyone I loved." He looked up at her, and she saw that his eyes had gold in them too, precious bright flakes among the brown. "I had you.

Cassandra Clare

#13. When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.

Robert Bridges

#14. He was looking up at the sky, where a pale crescent of moon darted in between thick sweeps of cloud and fog. Flakes of white snow had fallen and mixed with his black hair. His cheeks and lips were flushed with the cold. He looked more handsome than she had ever remembered him.

Cassandra Clare

#15. Waves of a serene life pass over us from time to time, like flakes of sunlight over the fields in cloudy weather.

Henry David Thoreau

#16. The speckled sky is dim with snow,
The light flakes falter and fall slow;
Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale,
Silently drops a silvery veil; And all the valley is shut in
By flickering curtains gray and thin.

John Townsend Trowbridge

#17. There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#18. It has started to snow. We all ran out when it began, and played at catching flakes as we used to when we were children. But it was cold, and our boots and gloves and cloaks were soon wet - you feel these things more when you are grown-up.

Natasha Farrant

#19. For a while this seemed to do the trick, and I felt that whatever contamination I had helped to spread, the boundaries I had helped to break, sprinkling flakes of myself all over the surface of New York like so much fish food, had been forgiven.

Olivia Sudjic

#20. There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart,
The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust.
A spider will make a silver string nest in the darkest, warmest
corner of it.

Carl Sandburg

#21. And with that, Kat closed her eyes. She didn't see the first flakes of snow fall outside her window. She didn't feel Hale cover her with a blanket. She was already fast asleep.

Ally Carter

#22. Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.

John Ruskin

#23. I buy soy sauce and flavor it five different ways: with sake, mirin, sugar, kombu and bonito flakes. I use them on lots of dishes at home.

Masaharu Morimoto

#24. It's snowing." Rhys looked up at the light flakes that had started to drift down.
"Yes, it is." I grimaced as I got smacked in the eyeball with a large wet flake when I looked up.

Michelle Rowen

#25. It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city

Cheryl Strayed

#26. I always carry yeast flakes and bran with me when I travel.

Jane Fonda

#27. I ate too many Frosted Flakes. I don't remember what I said last night.

Shaquille O'Neal

#28. Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!

Alfred Austin

#29. A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.

Nathaniel Hawthorne

#30. In my garden
the winds have beaten
the ripe lilies;
in my garden, the salt
has wilted the first flakes
of young narcissus.

Hilda Doolittle

#31. The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.

Richard Brautigan

#32. I am America's number-one fan. I like your food. Especially corn flakes.

Maximilian Schell

#33. I didn't know till then the stars, in flakes
of snow come down to fuck the earth, the lake.

D.M. Thomas

#34. The detritus of animal and plant life that had died miles above. It fell steadily through each zone of the ocean, down and down, shredding into flakes, leached of pigment until it became bone white. A snow of death.

Nick Cutter

#35. Perhaps, Mathilde thought, watching flakes fall into dark and the empty street, I've been wrong. Perhaps the mother had watched her daughter fail and fail and didn't move to help out of something unfathomable, something Mathilde struggled to understand, a thing that was like an immense kind of love.

Lauren Groff

#36. So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me
the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.

Jessica Sorensen

#37. It snowed right before Jack stopped talking to Hazel, fluffy white flakes big enough to show their crystal architecture, like perfect geometric poems.

Anne Ursu

#38. If Ford is to Chevrolet what Dodge is to Chrysler,
what Corn Flakes are to Post Toasties,
what the clear blue sky is to the deep blue sea,
what Hank Williams is to Neil Armstrong -
can you doubt we were made for each other?

Lyle Lovett

#39. We are not broken things, neither of us. We are cracked pottery mended with laquer and flakes of gold, whole as we are, complete unto each other. Complete and worthy and so very loved.

Mackenzi Lee

#40. No doubt, the flakes of snow falling over him carried ashen nuclei. John tried to concentrate on those tiny flecks of carbon at the center of each snowflake. He tried to think of their elemental futures. Perhaps a hundred thousand years from now they would become tiny diamonds.

Ginn Hale

#41. You guys make the rules up, so a foul is a foul. It doesn't matter if a guy is bigger and stronger. It's not my fault I ate my Frosted Flakes when I was little, and you ate Wheaties.

Shaquille O'Neal

#42. If I had the knack
I'd sing like
Cherry flakes falling

Matsuo Basho

#43. Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun.

Cormac McCarthy

#44. When I was a child, I used to eat sugar Frosted Flakes with chocolate milk, but I digest, I mean digress.

Stephen Furst

#45. There is nothing a pig loves more than a good bath, with a loofah and plenty of soap flakes ... There is something delightfully lovable about a really clean pig, in clean yellow straw.

Barbara Woodhouse

#46. These transcending truths restructure our understanding of ourselves and of the universe and bring within our view resplendent reality. To be seen only by those who have eyes to see, these flakes of fire are embedded in the holy scriptures. There these tr.

Neal A. Maxwell

#47. The dollar bills attached to her hips fluttered to the rug of the small square stage, like the first flakes of winter in the Bronx. (Dark City Lights)

Tom Callahan

#48. Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves,
O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds
A-mourning go?

John B. Tabb

#49. Flakes. I was exhausted, shattered, in bewilderment. But behind the bewilderment the truth was

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#50. See, Berkeley has always drawn the nuts and flakes of the academic world. That's what happens when you have a university that offers degrees in both computer science and parapsychology.

Mira Grant

#51. I thought, how magical, the first glimspe of snow. By March I would be sick of it, but here in this November instant those tiny flakes swirled with the unspeakable purity of a divine gift.

Beatriz Williams

#52. The turret was shot with holes, and the floor was jingling with flakes of metal and turret motor.

Laura Hillenbrand

#53. This was Dante's. Crazy was what we had for breakfast when we ran out of Corn Flakes

Karen Chance

#54. The flakes stuck in my eyelashes. They fell on my sleeves. Huge. Flowers and stars. They fell onto each other, held their shapes, became small piles of perfect asterisks and blooms tumbled together in their discrete geometries like children's blocks.

Peter Heller

#55. If parenting is the box of raisin bran, then real mothers know the ratio of flakes to fun is severely imbalanced.

Jodi Picoult

#56. His eyes were twin flakes of ember floating into the night from a roaring inferno. I won't let anything happen to you. No matter what I have to do, I will keep you safe.

Airicka Phoenix

#57. I can remember watching large, tentative, individual flakes of snow falling and blowing around aimlessly in the wind generated by the train through the window of the CTA commuter line from Lincoln Park back up to Libertyville, and thinking, 'This is my crude approximation of a human life.

David Foster Wallace

#58. A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly and melting on teh ground, a premature snow fall delicate as lace, rapidly melting.

Joyce Carol Oates

#59. Fritz Mondale is not some synthetic Masked Marvel or Mystery Man. He is not made of silicon and micro-chip flakes. He is made of flesh and blood and brains.

Lane Kirkland

#60. What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face.

Kristin Cashore

#61. One would say, to see all these snow-flakes fall, that there was a plague of white butterflies in heaven.

Victor Hugo

#62. Everyone can guess what 'Corn Flakes' tastes like, even if you've never had them. But what, pray tell, does 'High School Musical' or 'Spider-Man' cereal possibly taste like? In this late era, we have reached the ultimate deracination between product image and what actually sits on our spoon.

Paul Di Filippo

#63. We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.

David Almond

#64. And always, in my pocket, in my skin, in the back of my mind, the hollowness where he used to be. The empty circle where my finger used to fit into the ring. The crimson flakes and ruby dust strewn across the ledges of my ribs.

Leah Raeder

#65. I can't imagine Japanese food without dashi, a broth made with kelp and dried bonito flakes. It has the aroma of the sea, tinged with a subtle smokiness, and adds a very important, distinct flavor.

Nobu Matsuhisa

#66. I plead alignment to the flakes of the untitled snakes of a merry cow and to the republicrats for which they scam: one nacho, underpants with licorice and jugs of wine for owls.

Matt Groening

#67. Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.

Margaret Atwood

#68. Girl, he wants to dip you in Frosted Flakes and have you for breakfast. That's his favorite cereal, by the way. I ... had no words for that.

Gena Showalter

#69. Have you ever noticed how they keep improving your laundry detergent, but they still can't get those blue flakes out? Why do we trust them to get our clothes clean? These guys can't even get the DETERGENT white!

Jerry Seinfeld

#70. TEAMWORK: A few harmless flakes working together can unleash an avalanche of destruction.

Justin Sewell

#71. People aren't really poor until they start using water on their corn flakes.

Nancy Reagan

#72. I endorse only products I actually use. Like Wheaties keeps offering me money, but I don't eat Wheaties, so I can't do it. Now, if Rice Krispies or Frosted Flakes offered me a deal, I'd take it right away. Apple Jacks, I'd be on the box in a heartbeat. Apple Shaqs. Yeah.

Shaquille O'Neal

#73. Actual creativeness is a matter of moments. One has to piece together the minute grains to make a lump. And it is so easy to miss the momentary flashes, it is like sluicing in placer mining. He who lets the flakes float by has nothing to show for his trouble.

Eric Hoffer

#74. She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to run her fingers through it before. Tug at it in mounting pleasure. Snuggle into it in the shared intimacy of their loving.

Charlotte Featherstone

#75. The flakes are the size of tiny feathers, and that's the way snow is, it's not necessarily cold.

Peter Hoeg

#76. The universe now appeared to me as a void wherein floated rare flakes of snow, each flake a universe.

Olaf Stapledon

#77. The toy soldiers gathered a few more flakes of dust on their shelves; the books stayed shut and squeezed together, telling their stories only to themselves between their covers.

Emma Trevayne

#78. What did you have for breakfast? Bitch Flakes?

Alice

#79. As tiny silver flakes drifted down to settle on our bodies
Both the living and the dead
I thought perhaps the moon had hidden her face from us, as full of sorrow as we were. But she couldn't stop her tears from spilling out in the form of silent snow.

Andrea Cremer

#80. They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
A wind with fingers goes.
They perished in the seamless grass,
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face

Emily Dickinson

#81. I was as Asian as a bowl of corn flakes.

Rhys Ford

#82. Wake up to a hearty, lip-smacking bowlful of nutritious, nourishing Ubik toasted flakes, the adult cereal that's more crunchy, more tasty, more ummmish. Ubik breakfast cereal, the whole-bowl taste treat!

Philip K. Dick

#83. Night falls fast.
Today is in the past.
Blown from the dark hill hither to my door
Three flakes, then four
Arrive, then many more.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

#84. I don't eat cereal actually ... Frosted Flakes ... that's as close as I can get.

Johnny Thunders

#85. Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky, a queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the window

Jacob Grimm

#86. The snow is still falling and the worst man in the world is drawn towards it like a man who is contemplating his childhood in the dancing flakes.

John Le Carre

#87. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes - gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun.

Charles Dickens

#88. Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It's a silent fall and it's weird how it makes everything else seem quiet, too, like it's trying to tell you a secret, a terrible, terrible secret.

Patrick Ness

#89. Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.

Martha Ostenso

#90. Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes - like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night
- little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.

C.S. Lewis

#91. Howling duststorms of nuclear ashes. Human and animal bone powder. Flakes and fragments of the destroyed world. Filthy tempests of death. I am in Hell, he said.

C.J. Anderson

#92. If you really could fit God in a file, you wouldn't need to believe in God, you know, you'd just go get the file like a box of corn flakes off the shelf.

Mitch Albom

#93. They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arm around a girl like on the old record cover

Donna Tartt

#94. The last cobwebs
of fog in the
black firtrees are flakes
of white ash in the world's hearth.

Denise Levertov

#95. Apparently they died from overfeeding. Apparently I overfed them. Apparently fish are terrible glutons with absolutely no self-control who just don't know when they've had enough and will stuff themselves to death with those innocuous little beige flakes imaginatively labeled 'fish food.

Steve Toltz

#96. I don't use the word gourmet. The word doesn't mean anything anymore. 'Gourmet' makes it sound like someone is putting sherry wine in the corn-flake casserole.

Julia Child