Quotes About Dinner

The explosion had come during a dinner party, and the sight of most of us in dress clothes, now soaked and ripped as we huddled inside a raft, was a grim reminder of how little the natural world cares for our plans.

She would have loved to be able to hate her mother the way they did, with a breeziness carried by a fundamental trust in a home with a set table and dinner cooking.

Are you going to eat her here, Mr. Rand, or should I prepare her to go?

To make matters worse, Linda, it appears, is madly in love with a monster of a Scotsman, who came to dinner last night in his kilt. Those hairy old knees decided us. The Mountains I can bear, said Loudie. Natives in the semi-nude at dinner time is another matter. I leave tomorrow.

Miss Clara, who wished me many happy returns but unfortunately would be unable to attend my birthday dinner.

It's such a good meal tonight. Lemon chicken, carrot-raisin salad, orzo, broccoli, a nice dinner roll, and chocolate pudding.

delicious dinner of spring lamb, rice and mushrooms, fresh peas and chocolate angel cake with vanilla ice cream, the conversation revolved around the railroad bridge mystery and then the haunted Twin Elms mansion.

Those river boats saw lots of good times, I guess," Nancy remarked. Afterward, the two ate dinner in a river steamer anchored nearby. It was furnished elegantly in nineteenth-century style. "Um! It's delicious," said Julie Anne, biting into a broiled, freshly caught fish topped with buttered almonds.

I could just envision Sam imagining that I wanted him to go out to the lake with me, only to be confronted by Jannalynn and whatever she thought of as a romantic dinner -- live rabbits they could chase together, maybe.

Growing up, dinner was when we would sit down, the whole family, and we would talk about our days and just create memories with one another. Now some of my favorite memories are eating and making food with my son.

At night, I don't do business meetings, because I think it sends the wrong message. I do dinner with friends, game night, or concerts.

Every Christmas, I cook an elaborate Mexican dinner.

Going out with friends for a nice dinner and then attending the midnight mass are some of the memories I cherish.

one who felt himself to occupy morally that vast middle space of Laodicean neutrality which lay between the Communion people of the parish and the drunken section,—that is, he went to church, but yawned privately by the time the congregation reached the Nicene creed, and thought of what there would be for dinner when he meant to be listening to the sermon.

He spoke fluently and unceasingly. He could in this way be one thing and seem another: for instance, he could speak of love and think of dinner; call on the husband to look at the wife; be eager to pay and intend to owe.

Hey, like Godzilla always sez to Mothra—why don't we go eat some place?

Well, Mr. Arnold, here's Mrs. Hammond at last!" The manager led them through the hall himself and pressed the elevator-bell. Hammond knew there were business pals of his sitting at the little hall tables having a drink before dinner. But he wasn't going to risk interruption; he looked neither to the right nor the left.

The house filled rapidly; cheerful talk overflowed the rooms and children were bobbing in and out everywhere with their shining new toys, until finally, at a very late hour, we all sat down to the Christmas dinner, before the huge, crisp and crackling brown body of the Christmas goose. Everything but the holiday was forgotten. That was the last night I remember, in the years in which I was to remain in Germany, over which no shadow fell.

I got through two reports, knocked off at five. Back home, I ate Bojangles' chicken with Bird and watched a rerun of Bones. For some reason, the cat is nuts about Hodgins.

I ate with Wolf in the Situation Room. The pizza was good. The conversation did nothing to brighten my mood.

But, you know, they don't enjoy the dinner hour together. It's just not as much of a ritual at night and it's interesting. I think the ritual is taking place perhaps more in the morning.

Oooh, dinner and a show! How come you never take us to dinner and a show?" He smiled at Roxy. "I would spend the entire evening fending off the hordes of your admirers." She fanned herself and grinned back at him. "You gotta love all that suave debonairness!

We'll gather as a family at dinner, reminisce, and you can tell us…just what you are. How about it…you traitor?

Television hols up a mirror to the true nature of family life today. For the first time people see themselves reflected and refracted within its curved glass screen: helping them to define who the are and how they should behave. The introduction of the TV dinner and the TV tray means that families can now watch themselves while they eat. Behavior patterns start to undergo a radical alteration even as they are being affirmed; a rescheduling of life in the suburban living room has taken place.