'Morsel' is a perfect word. Forming those six letters on the lips and tongue prompts an instantaneous physiological reaction. The mouth waters. The lips purse.
He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.
A human feast is an indifferent morsel to a god.
Between the mouth and the morsel many things may happen.
Revenge the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
A morsel of genuine history is a thing so rare as to be always valuable.
[Would] a sensible man spit out the juicy morsel that good fortune put in his mouth?
There is more than a morsel of truth in the saying "He who hates vice hates mankind.
I was taken by a morsell saies the fish. [I was taken by a morsel says the fish.]
Little Red was a tender young morsel and the wolf knew she would be even tastier than the old woman.
To the loved a word of affection is a morsel; but to the love-starved a word of affection can be a feast.
If we chew every morsel of our food in that way we become grateful and when you are grateful you are happy.
Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.
Let us cherish and love old age; for it is full of pleasure if you know how to use it. The best morsel is reserved for last.
Happy the man to whom heaven has given a morsel of bread without laying him under the obligation of thanking any other for it than heaven itself.
Tea at the Ritz is the last delicious morsel of Edwardian London. The light is kind the cakes are frivolous and the tempo is calm confident and leisurely.
I don't see a benefit in accepting every single little morsel of work that comes along because I think in essence what you're doing is you're raping yourself really.
Im sick of the foodies who need every morsel that goes into their mouth to be a Picasso painting a Giacometti sculpture a Proust novel evoking the world with each crumb.
I'm sick of the foodies who need every morsel that goes into their mouth to be a Picasso painting a Giacometti sculpture a Proust novel evoking the world with each crumb.
What sort of government is it that permits so many children to go to school hungry without even a morsel of food in their stomachs? It cannot be! It must not be!
Believe me the man who earns his bread by the sweat of his brow eats oftener a sweeter morsel however coarse than he who procures it by the labor of his brains.
I wonder if living alone makes one more alive. No precious energy goes in disagreement or compromise. No need to augment others there is just yourself just truth - a morsel - and you.
People will kill you. Over time. They will shave out every last morsel of fun in you with little harmless sounding phrases that people uses every day like: 'Be realistic!'"[What It Is (2009)]