Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight. As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie's gown were done by Cinna's hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta's.
Quotes about frosted (12 Quotes)
Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.
All that was a dream, you couldn't hold on, you couldn't depend on frosted glass and Debussy.
A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.
I don't eat cereal actually... Frosted Flakes... that's as close as I can get.
Karen- OK, rule number one. Unless you're served in a frosted glass, never come within four feet of my lips.
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.
America is an enormous frosted cupcake in the middle of millions of starving people.
In this house, ... the bathroom is almost like a spa. It's more like a bathing space, it's more sensual, it's more attractive, it's more of a room. And it's only very minimally screened from the public areas by a kind of floating sheet of frosted glass. The bedroom -- if the curtains are open, it's actually quite evident from the other living spaces.
They look more attractive than a regular cake and they do not have to be frosted to be good.
SCARABEE, n. The same as scarabaeus.He fell by his own hand Beneath the great oak tree. He'd traveled in a foreign land. He tried to make her understand The dance that's called the Saraband, But he called it Scarabee. He had called it so through an afternoon, And she, the light of his harem if so might be, Had smiled and said naught. O the body was fair to see, All frosted there in the shine o' the moon -- Dead for a Scarabee And a recollection that came too late. O Fate They buried him where he lay, He sleeps awaiting the Day, In state, And two Possible Puns, moon-eyed and wan, Gloom over the grave and then move on. Dead for a Scarabee --Fernando Tapple
I won't have my fatigues or a weapon this time, but I am definitely bringing frosted blueberry Pop Tarts. Other than that, it's about the same pack that you absolutely need in as small a space as possible - and be prepared to live out of the back of a truck.