Quotes About Cake

You wouldn't believe On All Hallow Eve What lots of fun we can make, With apples to bob, And nuts on the hob, And a ring-and-thimble cake.

The most dangerous food a man can eat is wedding cake. Woman like silent men, they think they are listening.

If I propose to myself and myself says yes, I get to have the cake, right? I love me, so I'm thinking 12 tiers.

The main prank that we play with props is for people's birthdays. The special effects people will put a little explosive in the cake so it blows up in their face - that's always fun to play on a guest star, or one of the trainees or someone who's new.

I just love cake, confetti cake, to be specific. It has little colored candies inside the cake, and then you get the confetti icing, which is really hard to find sometimes. It's really hard to explain to people, because it's not icing with sprinkles on top. It's icing that actually has candies inside of it. It's Funfetti icing.

While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday.

Or possibly "I like cake." (She likes cake. This is one of four things I know about her. The others are: 2. Her name is Zuzana, 3. she's in her last year at the Lyceum, so is probably eighteen, which is young but not heinously young, and 4. she can freeze a person's blood with a look. I've seen it happen, though I have not been on the receiving end. She has voodoo eyes, and is more than slightly terrifying.

My heart feels zested. Finely shredded and ready to add to cake batter. It doesn't hurt, because it's not there anymore. Like the angel's chest, with her empty heart hole—but without the sparkler.

I love you, and I hope you are safe and happy and that wherever you are, someone (Akiva?) is making you cakewalks, too, or whatever it is that fiery angel boys do for their girls. kiss/punch Zuze

I hate birthdays. I hate birthday parties. I hate them. I don't know what it is, anybody's only got to come wafting near me with a piece of cake with a candle on and I break out in hives.

The main prank that we play with props is for people's birthdays. The special effects people will put a little explosive in the cake so it blows up in their face - that's always fun to play on a guest star, or one of the trainees or someone who's new.

When the Apocalypse comes, you'll find me pushing Marie Antoinette out of the way and saying, 'Let me eat cake! Forget them; I want the cake! Two helpings! I have some friends with me! Is there coffee with the cake, Marie? I'm just asking.

Inside me there's a thin person struggling to get out, but she can usually be sedated with a few pieces of chocolate cake.

Happiness is knowing there is cake in the oven.

How do I like my eggs? In a cake!

White grapes are very attractive but when it comes to dessert people generally like cake with icing.

The beautiful thing about having family that has diabetes is knowing what not to do. I got an uncle that thinks insulin is supposed to enable him to eat cake.

I won a prize for 'best sponge cake' at the Clacton Festival 2005. Having said that, I was only up against three other cakes.

A man without makeup is like a cake without icing.

Friendship and chocolate cake—they do not heal all ills, but they certainly help.

When the ritual was done, they left some of the cake for the birds, poured some of the wine on the ground for the goddess.

The letters, the fading. The labyrinth, the cake. The four hundred brackish lakes of the brain. She searches for the music, but she can't find it. Oh, God, it was here only the other day.

toda historia es como un gran pastel, cada quién da cuenta de la tajada que se come y el único que da cuenta de todo es el pastelero.

Toda gran historia es como un gran pastel, cada quién da cuenta de la tajada que se come y él único que da cuenta de todo es el pastelero.