Quotes About Chocolate

Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces, and then eat just one of the pieces.

Places I Would Rather Be, Edition 1821 By Lady Olivia Bevelstoke France With Miranda With Miranda in France In bed with a cup of chocolate and a newspaper Anywhere with a cup of chocolate and a newspaper Anywhere with either with a cup of chocolate or a newspaper

But from the mocking curve of his smile, she was fairly certain she'd not been able to mask her first flash of surprise. "Forgive me," he said smoothly, and she shivered, because his voice -- it wasn't what she'd thought it would be. It sounded like the smell of brandy, and it felt like the taste of chocolate. And she wasn't so certain why she'd shivered, because now she felt rather warm.

I really love my food. My favourite thing is artichokes. I am not so much interested in desserts or chocolate, though. I also like to cook with my husband Damian.

She could smell his mating scent—the warm, dark chocolate sex smell which had made her feel so threatened before. But it didn't scare her now. She breathed it in gratefully, glad for its soothing effect on her nerves. Safe, it seemed to whisper deep in the primitive part of her brain. As long as you're in his arms you're safe. This male will kill or die to protect you. Safe. Kat

Ella viene vestida Con un traje de alcaldesa, De papel de chocolate con los collares de almendras. She comes dressed In the robe of a Mayoress Made of chocolate paper with an almond necklace. El viento vuleve desnudo la esquina de la sorpresa, en la noche platinoche, noche que noche nochera. Naked, the wind turns the corner of the surprise in the silver-dark night the night benighted by nightfall.

There's a little treat I like a lot called Bollycao. It's like a brioche with chocolate inside, but industrial.

It seemed to me that life in America was one long series of festivities, all of them celebrated with merriment and chocolate. The

Chic Murray once told me, he fell in the street, and a woman said to him, 'Did you fall?' He said, 'No, I'm trying to break a bar of chocolate in my back pocket.

You know, they've got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like as much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. Now I just have to polish these off, and everything'll be OK. Life is a box of chocolates. I suppose you could call it a philosophy.

Decided to have a cappuccino and chocolate croissants on way to work to cheer self up. Do not care about figure. Is no point as no one loves or cares about me.

I believe history and tradition is something solid and something we can rest on. I am not crazy about putting new spices in chocolate.

You take the best ingredients - the best cocoa beans - and you process them in the best traditional way, and you have the best chocolate.

I always keep a little bit of Lindt or Ghirardelli milk chocolate for when I'm stuck in traffic. And I'm a big fan of Mentos during long plane rides.

I love carrot cake - that's probably my favorite - and I'm obsessed with peanut butter. I eat anything with peanut butter - maybe not carrot cake with peanut butter - but, I think I got this from 'The Parent Trap': Oreos and peanut butter; I like that. And peanut butter and apples, peanut butter and chocolate.

Stirring the pastry cream and putting it in the blast chiller in the island, a total chefly indulgence that I have never once regretted. The house filling with the scent of rich, dark chocolate as the cakes rise in the oven. The treat of the moist trimmings as I even up the layers before spreading the thick custard filling between them. The fudgy frosting smoothed perfectly over the whole thing, and then immediately marred with chocolate cookie crumbs.

I'm going to need chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate. Since tomorrow is my free night, I figure I will swing by Teresa's and visit, and as I recall, she always loved chocolate too. So tonight? I'm going to do a final test of my triple-chocolate chewies, dark chocolate cookies with white and milk chocolate chips, one of the recipes I'm thinking of including in the proposal, and I just want to make them one more time to be sure they are perfect.

When it comes to the chocolate, I allow it every single day, but I only get 200 calories worth. So I work it into my daily calories. It's a candy bar. But I usually only need it after dinner.

There's not a single person who loves Nestle Crunch more than I do.

You know, I live a monastic lifestyle. No, I do. I do live in extremes, basically. I go back and forth. Once every six months, I'll have a day where I eat more chocolate than has ever been consumed by a human being.

It's hard to love a place that's outlawed smoking but finds it perfectly acceptable to serve raw fish in a bath of chocolate.

It's not a struggle to be on a diet. You feel lighter, and your spirit is lighter, too. But I love chocolate, and I allow myself to have chocolate. That doesn't go against a diet for me.

What I love is Mexican hot chocolate, like a spicy hot chocolate - adding cayenne pepper to the Hershey's cocoa and making a spicy-sweet treat.

I eat anything, especially sweets. Chocolate, cookies, and I love mint-chip ice cream.