Quotes About Cake

Comfort eating or pure greed? Most likely a mixture of both. Pieces of cake or biscuits or chocolate could instantly sweeten the sourness of my life. If you have been called gay all day in the playground, a cake when you returned home from school offered some consolation. A fairy cake of course.

Where there is cake, there is hope. And there is always cake.

Cake is happiness! If you know the way of the cake, you know the way of happiness! If you have a cake in front of you, you should not look any further for joy!

Cake is merely a frosting delivery mechanism. Unfortunately,

Your mother was a different flavor of cake, Lavie. Lovely, but a little fey, if I may say.

At length I recollected the thoughtless saying of a great princess, who, on being informed that the country people had no bread, replied, "Let them eat cake."

You can have your cake and eat it too! This is the bestselling formula that had Govinda marching in place for fifteen years; the promise that one can soar majestically as an eagle without actually leaving the nest. Virtual reality, I guess. Virtual spirituality. Virtual life.

warmth of her house settles around her. Come here, dearie, says the kitchen. Come and have a nice slice of cake.

For me, the cinema is not a slice of life, but a piece of cake.

A lot of movies are about life, mine are like a slice of cake.

Non, je ne vais pas vous épouser. On n'épouse pas pour un gâteau. -Le motif serait joli.

When I celebrated my bar mitzvah, there was no cake. Today, there is no such thing as a bar mitzvah in the United States without a special cake. It can be even more complicated and expensive than a wedding cake, because bar-mitzvah cakes are often based on a particular theme.

Growing up, most girls have this image of how they want their wedding to be and things like that. I had none of that except for the cake I wanted, and that's what I got. The cake was the first thing we ordered.

The process of making a wedding cake is complex on its own, from designing, mis-en-place, baking, frosting, structuring, decorating, to delivering.

I really feel like 'True Blood' is a big, giant slice of cake for the audience every week; it's offering people 60 minutes of sometimes thought-provoking entertainment. If you're gonna give an Emmy out, you should probably give it to the audience of 'True Blood.'

I bake a chocolate cake from scratch every week.

For reasons that aren't quite clear I derive a weird and almost inappropriate pleasure from making a cake that looks like a decomposing log. Essentially, that's what a Buche de Noel is supposed to look like, complete with meringue 'mushrooms' poking out of the chocolate buttercream 'bark.'

I'm not advocating we should all be back in the kitchen and cooking all the time, because life's too short and we've got more interesting things to do. But to rediscover the intense pleasure of making a cake and putting it down on the table is ridiculously satisfying, out of all proportion to the work.

Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

Do we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it? Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are the monsters we put in the box to test our strength against. Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

I wrote: I never doubted. Would you believe I made a breakthrough with charms too? Her response came fast. Of course I believe it. When do you get back? Early evening. Can you come over? I'll try. We need to celebrate. Should I get champagne and cake ready? Get your bed ready. Wear the black bra. I didn't plan on wearing one. "God help me," I murmured, earning a surprised glance from Neil.

Early evening. Can you come over? I'll try. We need to celebrate. Should I get champagne and cake ready? Get your bed ready. Wear the black bra. I didn't plan on wearing one.

I smell pancakes, Al said as he jauntily smacked Pierce's hat back on the witch's head. Did the runt make you breakfast? Al said, leaning over the stove. Quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet, eh? he said, leering at Pierce, who was now rinsing out the percolator. Is it working? I'd be curious to know. I'd buy her a cake or something.

If God had to go to such lengths to invite people to his birthday party, I reasoned, He probably wasn't serving very good cake.