Quotes About Breakfast

Who the heck is Don Quick-oats?

Greetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?

I don't want to have this conversation. It's sunny out. There's bacon downstairs.

Before you know it, you'll be smiling at her across the breakfast table. I don't smile, Cahill said, though he was having to fight his amusement. So you'll be scowling at her across the breakfast table. That isn't my point.

Mr. Fairfax is sleeping, and he won't be wanting any breakfast. You might check on him later in the morning, though." "I'll check on him," Daisy said. "Give him a good wallop with my broom handle, that's what." Emma

One day you will be a prim middle-rank bureaucrat who wears a clean toga every day. You'll talk of economics over breakfast and only eat lettuce for lunch. And I'll have to sit at home with my face in an inch-thick flour pack, forever checking laundry bills." I controlled a smile. "Well, that's a relief. I thought you were going to be difficult about my plans.

Already many of the memories of the previous two weeks had faded: the smell of that small hotel in St. Andrews; that mixture of bacon cooking for breakfast and the lavender-scented soap in the bathroom; the air from the sea drifing across the golf course; the aroma of coffee in the coffee bar in South Street. She should have noted them down. She should have said something about all that and the light and the hills with sheep on them like small white stones.

Already many of the memories of the previous two weeks had faded: the smell of that small hotel in St. Andrews; that mixture of bacon cooking for breakfast and the lavender-scented soap in the bathroom; the air from the sea drifting across the golf course; the aroma of coffee in the coffee bar in South Street. She should have noted them down. She should have said something about all that and the light and the hills with sheep on them like small white stones.

I can no more understand the totality of God than the pancake I made for breakfast understands the complexity of me

I would talk to him over breakfast and try to gauge how he was handling his life. Life is a struggle, I would tell him. Some days are better than others, and every person's life is bittersweet, filled with joy and pain.

Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.

He flipped the large pancake to its other side with a tan plastic spatula.

Careful, Edmund," I said. "She eats guys for breakfast." "Should I pour milk on meself?" Edmund asked me, and grinned.

Huevos verdes con jamón

To whoever invented fantasy, redwood trees, and apple pie for breakfast: well done.

My mom just told me it's impossible to know what's going to happen in life. Except with breakfast, cause she eats the same thing every day.

Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.

IT was the time of day when Lake Eden residents decided it was too late for a breakfast cookie and too early for a lunch cookie.

If chocolate were a mandatory part of breakfast, people wouldn't be so grouchy in the morning.

Mom wouldn't approve of taffy for breakfast, magic word or no magic word, but Gramma Dee is different that way. A lot of grammas are.

Have a smile for breakfast, you'll be shitting joy by lunch.

Let me tell you, sisters, seeing dried egg on a plate in the morning is a lot dirtier than anything I've had to deal with in politics.

Philibert prenait toujours du chocolat au petit déjeuner et son plaisir, c'était d'éteindre le gaz juste avant que le lait déborde. Plus qu'un rite ou une manie, c'était sa petite vistoire quotidienne. Son exploit, son invisible triomphe. Le lait retombait et la journée pouvait commencer : il maîtrisait la situation.

Le but, c'est que tu deviennes accro à mon picotin. Que tous les matins tu te lèves en te demandant ce qu'il y aura au menu.