Monique TruongI was certain t find the familiar sting of salt, but what I needed to know was what kind: kitchen, sweat, tears or the sea.
About This Quote
This quote by Margaret Atwood captures the idea of every experience and every person is different. Some people love salty things, others enjoy the taste of sweat and tears, but some people just want to feel the salt of the sea.
Source: The Book Of Salt
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