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Quotes About Coffee

He took her in in his arms and kissed her. The coffeepot boiled over and they laughed and laughed with the simple foolish joy of being alive.
~ Unknown
Elena wondered if Michaela was waiting to be served. Snorting inwardly at the idea, she poured her own coffee—and, because she was feeling generous, and okay, maybe because she wanted to irritate Michaela—Raphael's as well. Then she put down the carafe.
~ Nalini Singh
Iriski. They make them special at this little coffee shop in Kazan. It's toffee with a chocolate center.
~ Unknown
Damn sugar, damn coffee, damn colonies!
~ Napoleon Bonaparte
But after a certain point in life a person has to dunk her regrets in the morning coffee, just like biscuits.
~ Natalia Ginzburg
I don't have any superstitions, but what I always travel with is my pillow and my coffee.
~ Natalie Coughlin
Coffee will get you through a time of no money. Money will never get you through a time of no coffee.
~ Unknown
I sipped the coffee. It was delicious, perfectly prepared, as I imagine anything prepared by Annie Miclasz would be. One of those formidable women who felt they had to hide their efficiency behind a soft, caring front; who hid for so long that the front became real; one of the women who kept the world turning; one of the women it paid to never, ever cross.
~ Nicola Griffith
He drinks coffee. I kill the people who mess with his girlfriends.
~ Nicola Griffith
I stood behind him for nearly a minute-close enough to smell the familar bitter hint of coffee grounds-before he jerked around and whipped off his shades.
~ Nicola Griffith
Maybe when I come home at night I want comfort and the smell of coffee and to feel safe. For the first time, I understood something about Dornan before he did.
~ Nicola Griffith
Las Vegas: It was not cafe society, it was Nescafe society.
~ Noel Coward
Burdette would make coffee nervous," his manager once said.
~ Unknown
The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino." - Joe Fox
~ Nora Ephron
Keep carrots away from soil that has recently had manure added into it, or they may grow "legs" and appear forked. Work used coffee grounds into the soil as fertilizer.
~ Old Farmer's Almanac
This coffee tastes like mud! Well, it was ground this morning.
~ Old Vaudeville joke
and sat down, joining her, sipping my coffee. "You're chirpy this morning? There something else in that coffee?" "I wish. I'm looking forward to this expert of yours coming in. We need that page decoded.
~ Unknown
The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.
~ Unknown
All's fair in love and war — and coffee.
~ Unknown
the warmth in my mouth. that rush through my veins making my heartache my pulse quicken my head- just a bit dizzy. my legs- just a bit numb. my tongue years for more more of you right now. now. i can't wait anymore. this is torture. seriously. i'm in hell. waiting for you. i just want to shout to this giant crowd of people "how hard is it to make a latte, fuckers?" i love you, coffee.
~ Pamela Ribon
Sex and hypocrisy. They go together like coffee and cream.
~ Paolo Bacigalupi
Randy knew he wasn't an alcoholic because an alcoholic craved liquor. He never craved it. He just drank for pleasure and the most pleasurable of all drinks was the first one on a crisp winter morning. Besides, when you took it with coffee that made it part of breakfast, and therefore not so depraved.
~ Pat Frank
And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves.
~ Patricia Briggs
After the third swallow, he opened his eyes, and they were night-dark velvet. He reached up and grasped Jesse's hand where it lay on his shoulder, but his eyes were on me. "Mercy," he mumbled. "What the hell did you do to my French Roast?
~ Patricia Briggs