Quotes About Egg

The smell of burning diesel can be overpowering by itself, a scrambled sulfur-and-egg mixture sometimes described as the scent of Satan cooking breakfast.

Let's reject the notion that men have exclusive rights to the sun. Must Helios, Apollo, Ra, Mithras, and the other golden boys take up every seat in the solar chariot that lights each day and coaxes forth all life? This is a miscarriage of mythology, for a woman's egg resembles nothing so much as the sun at its most electrically alive: the perfect orb, speaking in tongues of fire.

Osric doesn't understand his dangr, though the danger is nigh. But a word in the right ear, a careful word, would break that egg but it hatches." "I don't-" "It will hatch soon.

How mad is a wet hen? In researching this, we contacted one of the nation's leading egg producers and explained the reason for calling. We said that we wanted to know how mad a wet hen becomes. The representative there said that he would call us back. After 30 minutes, the phone rang and it was the Hubbard Farms employee. He triumphantly announced that hens do not like to get wet. "They sort of flick their feathers," he said.

Alas! my child, where is the Pen That can do justice to the Hen? Like Royalty, she goes her way, Laying foundations every day, Though not for Public Buildings, yet For Custard, Cake and Omelette.... No wonder, Child, we prize the Hen, Whose Egg is Mightier than the Pen.

Odd isn't it, that we never hear of the duck that laid the Golden Egg?" The little duck was fuming. "Oh, so ducks aren't aristocratic—is that it? I suppose, Charlie, that you have never heard of the Duck of Edinburgh?" he asked with some heat. "Can't say that I have." "Then you don't know everything, do you—not if you've never heard of His Highness!" the small duck finished in some triumph.

One of the most comical witch-prosecutions took place in 1474 against a diabolical rooster who had been so presumptuous as to lay an egg. The poor creature was solemnly tried, whereupon he was condemned to die at the stake and publicly burned by order of the authorities of the good city of Basel.

Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg?