Quotes About Breakfast

The couple sat side by side on cushions on the floor, quietly eating breakfast from the low table. They munched in happy and enjoyable silence, of the kind that grows like a vine through the long years of a good marriage, so that when everything that needs to be said has already been pronounced, it is mutually understood that there is an intimate silence that has its own loquacity.

Ours was a family in which everybody was constantly reading, and where literature, politics, history, and the events of the prize ring were discussed at breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Where can a man get a bite to eat?" the cowhand asked. "There's several restaurants, but if you can do with beef an' eggs, just set down over yonder and we can fix you up. They're fixin' breakfast for the boss right now," the bartender added, "and I'll just have them put on something extry." When the bartender saw

You are to dig one hole each day, including Saturdays and Sundays. Each hole must be five feet deep, and five feet across in every direction. Your shovel is your measuring stick. Breakfast is served at 4:30.

Sweeties were a breakfast cereal. They did not snap,crackle or pop, or do anything the more talented cereals did.

He ate breakfast like a savage: quantities of leavened bread, chunks of cheese made from cows' milk, and coffee drowned in cows' milk too, which he called galão – things that no right-minded person would eat at the beginning of the day.)

Almond milk + cinnamon crunch = major key to success.

One key to success is to have lunch at the time of day most people have breakfast.

I then recollected you gave a breakfast this morning, and here I am. I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.

The jailer brought him his breakfast. Dantes raised himself up and began to talk about everything; about the bad quality of the food, about the coldness of his dungeon, grumbling and complaining, in order to have an excuse for speaking louder, and wearying the patience of his jailer, who out of kindness of heart had brought broth and white bread for his prisoner.

In the dining hall of the home, Stella had seen so much death, that one Saturday morning she'd been compelled to sink down onto the linoleum floor, overwhelmed not so much by the sorrow of it all, but by the human dignity, the almost supernatural ability to face the abyss and still order scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast.

Red Flannel Hash

We're plotting reformation of life as we know it," I replied, somewhat flippantly. "Oh, is that all?" she teased. "Why not start with breakfast?

Have a smile at breakfast," droned Shivers, stony-faced, "you'll be shitting joy by lunch.

The sun was starting to shine bright by the time we rolled out of the yard, and while Daddy drove and tried to drink his coffee, I ate my buttered biscuit, and for the first time began to feel that I had stepped over the line of being a child, and into being a man.

Now at the breakfast table, watching him eat my toast, "Don't take no for an answer" seemed like the attitude of a privileged guy who didn't care who got hurt, so long as his wife had the cute statues she wanted to display in her summer house.

At breakfast-time, however, destiny's preparations were still not quite complete

In honor of the occasion (May Day), I tack a scarlet bandanna to the ridgepole of the ramada, where my Chinese wind bells also hang, jangling in the breeze. The red flag flutters brightly over the bells – poetry and revolution before breakfast.

Go to work on an egg.

Snap! Crackle! and Pop!

You know, I've always wanted a child. And now I think I'll have one… on toast!

If wishes and buts were clusters of nuts, we'd all have a bowl of granola.

I've just arrived in New York City. What a place! Just smell those skyscrapers. Had breakfast at a little deli on Ninth Avenue. Cheese Danish and a cup of coffee, black as a moonless night. Hit the spot.

I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before before.