The life of man is of no greater importance to the universe than that of an oyster.
Everybody is different; as long as you look like you belong and you can fit in, the world is you oyster now.
What strikes the oyster shell doesn't damage the pearl.
Except from the Americans—but every pearl has its oyster.
So, have you heard about the oyster who went to a disco and pulled a mussel?
It is, after all, the dab of grit that seeps into an oyster's shell that makes the pearl, not pearl-making seminars with other oysters.
My role in life is that of the grain of sand to the oyster-it irritates the oyster and out comes a pearl.
I think that's okay and that is part of growing up and that is good, to learn that the world isn't always your oyster or isn't everybody's oyster.
I make a lot of soups, and I love stews. My mother's a big foodie. She went to culinary school in New Orleans and has an oyster-artichoke soup recipe that has no cream in it but it tastes so creamy.
The first man gets the oyster, the second man gets the shell.
An oyster may be crossed in love.
I live absolutely like an oyster.
Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.
We girls aren't supposed to fall for the good boys.We are supposed to like a bit of grit in our oyster.That's how you get a pearl, after all.
