Quotes About Coffee

As the 1902 coffee almanac put it, 'When coffee is bad it is the wickedest thing in town; when good, the most glorious.

Coffee makes a sad man cheerful, a languorous man active, a cold man warm, a warm man glowing. It awakens mental powers thought to be dead, and when left in a sick room, it fills the room with a fragrance…. The very smell of coffee terrorizes death.

I like coffee because it gives me the illusion that I might be awake. —LEWIS BLACK

When coffee is bad it is the wickedest thing in town; when good, the most glorious.

Coffee is coffee to me, I don't mind what country it comes from, who picks it or under what conditions, and I really don't give a damn who serves it or what they're getting paid as long as they get it right.

Debido a que operan en mercados en los que inicialmente no hay rivales, los innovadores de valor disfrutan de un extraordinario crecimiento. Hablemos de Starbucks, que transformó un producto funcional (café) en otro emocional con su cadena de «oasis inducidos por la cafeína» y que ofrece lugares de reunión chic, relajación y bebidas creativas a base de café. Starbucks opera con unos márgenes que son unas cinco veces superiores a la media del sector.

The present was better. Much, much better. Humans had coffee now. And gelato.

It's barely sprinkling." He smiled. "Don't be a wuss." "I'm absolutely a wuss. I need coffee.

I get up, go and get a coffee, and go do the crossword - I'm loyal to one particular paper, the 'Guardian' - and that's my idea of a perfect morning.

por lo general vuelvo a mi escritorio y, en lugar de iniciar mi día de trabajo, me siento tentada a servirme una taza de café y navegar sin rumbo por internet.

One large soy latte." [...] "You mean a Venti," [...] "What?" I ask "A Venti," he says. " that's what we call larger here. You know that Hannah." "Well, whatever," I say, my bad mood deepening. "Whatever you call them, that's what I want." They should just call them larger. How stupid.

Neither rain nor snow nor sleet nor hail shall close the door of the mighty Starbucks.

Ah, Christ, this is the place with the messed-up sizes, isn't it? Like, 'grande' instead of 'large?' He stretched it out all stupid and fake-French, and Christina and I shared a look. "Why can't you just call it a large?" he asked. "You could except grande is a medium." Christina said, "Venti is large." "Venti. Right. For the love of God, can't I order in plain English?

She informed me that in the future, I was not to throw out Starbucks customers just for being heartless bitches.

She informed me that in the future, I was not to throw out Starbucks customers for being heartless bitches.' - The Patron Saint of Pigs (Let it Snow, 3) by Lauren Myracle

I took that smile and I put it right where the hole in my chest was. It was better than coffee, or chocolate, or a perfect pirouette. I clutched it and held it tight.

Weekday morning routine: Take shower. Assemble perfect outfit. Apply makeup. Pull hair into bun. Secure with glitter pencils. Accept twenty-dollar bill from Dad. Pick up latte and creamy chocolate brioche from cafe. Drive to school the long way. Listen to sad music way too loud. Nab choice parking spot under tree.

The touch of his lips on hers had startled her. He had tasted like coffee, warm and slightly bitter, and he had kissed back. That had startled her, too. As if he were ready for it, as if it were as much his idea as hers.

This was his cure for low spirits. When you pour your first cup of coffee of the day, if you're feeling crummy, put a dab of ice cream into it. It's festive. Then you gotta trudge off like everybody else, like I said, but you got the ice cream with you. Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.

I could settle down into a state of equable low spirits, and resign myself to coffee.

lived principally on Dora and coffee. In my love-lorn condition, my appetite languished; and I was glad of it, for I felt as though it would have been an act of perfidy towards Dora to have a natural relish for my dinner.

Master Bates saw something so exquisitely ludicrous in this reply, that he burst into another laugh; which laugh, meeting the coffee he was drinking, and carrying it down some wrong channel, very nearly terminated in his premature suffocation.

Coffice: a café that a customer uses as a place in which to conduct business.

It's Monday. Grab some coffee and be awesome!