To the table or to bed, you must come when you are bid.
You don't have to think about love; you either feel it or you don't.
Take care to chop the onion fine.
there's only a space between now and here to get yourself nowhere.
[...] each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can't strike them all by ourselves
"Only the pots know the boiling points of the broths," she says as Tita weeps into the wedding batter she is making to celebrate the marriage of her sister to her own true love.