Quotes About Coffee

Coffee is my cup of tea.

My coffee had grown cold. I looked down and saw a half cut of cold coffee staring back at me. That meant, in my haste, I had not sucked it down so fast that I hadn't truly tasted it. Working with Marshall, I learned how to find and brew great coffee, but living with Hack, I learned how to taste it. Big difference.

If God was down here drinking His coffee, then He was on his second cup, because He'd already Windexed the sky. Only the streaks remained.

As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.

Tea? Good God, no. It's mud. How the British ever built an empire drinking the filthy stuff is beyond me. And if we carry on drinking it, I've no doubt that the empire won't last much longer. No, a civilized person drinks coffee.

Tea? Good God, no. It's mud. How the British ever built an empire drinking the filthy stuff is beyond me. And if we carry on drinking it, I've no doubt that the empire won't last much longer. No, a civilised person drinks coffee.

To begin... To begin... How to start? I'm hungry. I should get coffee. Coffee would help me think. Maybe I should write something first, then reward myself with coffee. Coffee and a muffin. Okay, so I need to establish the themes. Maybe a banana-nut. That's a good muffin.

The alarm rings 4:45, again at 5, but I wake up 4:30 naturally. Shower, shave, orange juice, perk my own coffee, hear the news, and the CBS car arrives 5:30.

I'm dealing with fools and trolls and soft targets. It's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee. I don't have time for these clowns.

if there's one thing other than traffic in Seattle, it's coffee. You can't swing a dead squirrel without hitting a Starbucks, or failing that particular evil empire, an indie establishment.

Dude, I think I've solved the next riddle! Meet me tomorrow morning for breakfast. Seriously. Breakfast. If your butt isn't out of bed by ten o'clock, I'm coming up there with a Taser and a pot of coffee. – May (on Trick's voicemail)

Down the street and around the block was a spot called Mean Bean. It advertised gourmet coffee drinks and pay-to-play WiFi, plus printing services at a quarter a page. A quarter a page? Jesus. For that kind of money I could buy my own printer and throw it away when I was finished.

What happened?" "The coffee table tried to kill us," Marley whispered. "What did you do?" "We ducked," Tanner said. "This sounds like the bad trips my patients on drugs describe," Althea said.

Tea is a magical calming elixir — kind of like if coffee had a therapist.

On weekends my coffee is recreational, as opposed to weekdays when it's medicinal.

Lord, give me coffee to change the things I can change, and wine to accept the things that I can't.

As he accepted my peace offering, his lips twitched into a sexy half grin. Lifting the coffees in a salutation of forgiveness he then winked at me, which sent my heart fluttering...

Presently the small of coffee began to fill the room. This was morning's hallowed moment. In such a fragrance the perversity of the world is forgotten, and the soul is inspired with faith in the future…

I love the coffee for staining your teeth, and warming your palms in the morning. I would protect you till the end of time. I would lie down, in the middle of tornado, and cover you.

Somewhat mollified by certain cups of very good coffee, he came out smiling and talking, in tolerably restored humor.

Experimenting later, in a coffee shop toilet, I discover that I have acquired a couple of raking-tools-cum-hairgrips. Also a tube of mascara: something called Glam'Eyes Lash Flirt, a product which would attract me more had it been less reckless with its apostrophe.

Strive to infinity, for no thing is impossible. The world is at your feet, and to accomplish your dreams takes nothing but a pocket full of determination and maybe a few coffee's...

We polished off that breakfast like a pair of tigers and went through two pots of coffee. Charlie sat back in his chair, smoking a cigar. There was nothing specious in my happiness. It rang through me like a bell.

Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace' One grand boulevard with trees with one grand cafe in sun with strong black coffee in very small cups. One not necessarily very beautiful man or woman who loves you. One fine day.