Quotes About Breakfast

the two of them were at a table, eating cereal. The kind with lots of marshmallows that lied and said it was good for you on the package.

Popcorn for breakfast! Why not? It's a grain. It's like, like, grits, but with high self-esteem.

I never had a piece of toast Particularly long and wide, But fell upon the sanded floor, And always on the buttered side.

Three coffees, two with milk, please," said Francis to the fat woman behind the counter. "No milk, just Cremora." "Well, then, just black, I guess." He turned to us. "Have you seen the paper this morning?

The untoward incident cast a certain gloom over the breakfast table, though Wimsey, who felt his sides clapping together like an empty portmanteau, was only too happy to devour his eggs and bacon and coffee in peace.

So she will, said the Dowager. You'll see that young man in the Cabinet before very long. Such a handsome couple on a public platform, and very sound, I'm told, about pigs, and that's so important, the British breakfast-table being what it is.

Since you are so good," replied Mr. Bunter, "the dispatch of the grocer's assistant with streaky rashers and eggs would enable us to augment the deficiencies of the breakfast menu.

The Duchess of Denver was pouring out coffee. This was one of her uncomfortable habits. Persons arriving late for breakfast were thereby made painfully aware of their sloth. She was a long-necked, long-backed woman, who disciplined her hair and her children. She

Life... is like a grapefruit. Well, it's sort of orangey-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.

Listen, three eyes, he said, don't you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.

If you've done 6 impossible things this morning, why not round it off with breakfast at Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe?

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 almost danced to the fridge, found the three least hairy things in it, put them on a plate and watched them intently for two minutes. Since they made no attempt to move within that time he called them breakfast and ate them.

the editors, having to meet a publishing deadline, copied the information off the back of a packet of breakfast cereal, hastily embroidering it with a few footnotes in order to avoid prosecution under the incomprehensibly tortuous Galactic Copyright laws. It is interesting to note that a later and wilier editor sent the book backward in time through a temporal warp, and then successfully sued the breakfast cereal company for infringement of the same laws.

If you've done six impossible things this morning, why not round it off with breakfast at Milliways, the Restaurant at the End of the Universe?

Buz dolab?na adeta dans ederek gitti, içindeki aç?s?ndan en az tüylü üç ÅŸeyi buldu ve onlar? bir tabaÄŸa koyarak iki dakika boyunca dikkatle izledi. Bu süre içinde hareket etmek için herhangi bir giriÅŸimde bulunmad?klar?ndan dolay? onlar? kahvalt? oalrak adland?rd? ve yedi.

Life,' he said, 'is like a grapefruit.' 'Er, how so?' 'Well, it's sort of orangey-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips inside too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.

Listen, three eyes," he said, "don't you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.

he said "I simply can't believe it, that's all." "Oh, nonsense," said Jimmy. "You must get into the habit of believing six impossible things before breakfast...

Miss Marple had her breakfast brought to her in bed as usual. Tea, a boiled egg, and a slice of pawpaw.

Poirot var og ble en urokkelig tilhenger av den kontinentale form for frokost. Han ble helt ute av seg over å se meg sette til livs egg og bacon, - så sa han iallfall. Derfor spiste han da også frokost bestående av kaffe og rundstykker, mens jeg hadde min frihet til å begynne dagen alene med engelskmannens tradisjonelle egg og bacon og marmelade.

So long as you didn't expect her to talk. He thanked his stars he wasn't married to her. Once you got used to all that perfection of face and form where would you be? She couldn't even listen intelligently. The sort of girl who would expect you to tell her every morning at the breakfast table that you loved her passionately!

The fact that her breakfast had been excellently cooked and served, with good coffee and homemade marmalade, in a curious way annoyed her still more. It had deprived her of a legitimate cause of complaint. Her bed, too, had been comfortable, with embroidered sheets and a soft pillow. Mrs. Boyle liked comfort, but she also liked to find fault. The latter was, perhaps, the stronger passion of the two.

Our father the novelist; my husband the poet. He belongs to the ages just don't catch him at breakfast. Artists, celebrated for their humanity, they turn out to be scarcely human at all.