Quotes About Enjoyment

Too few people understand a really good sandwich.

Good bread is the most fundamentally satisfying of all foods; good bread with fresh butter, the greatest of feasts!

Good bread is the most fundamentally satisfying of all foods; and good bread with fresh butter, the greatest of feasts.

The secret of good cooking is, first, having a love of it… If you're convinced that cooking is drudgery, you're never going to be good at it, and you might as well warm up something frozen.

They'd already learned it wasn't smart to eat quickly after such a long period of fasting, but he didn't care. If he threw it all up, he'd just enjoy eating all over again. Hopefully a fresh batch.

Oh, man," he mumbled with a full mouth. "At least the food is good.

If he threw it all up, he'd just enjoy eating all over again. Hopefully a fresh batch.

How can you enjoy ice cream if you never eat broccoli?

The burst of flavour and juice was a glorious thing. Moaning, he attacked the rest of it and had eaten down to its stumpy core

Making coffee is a simple art, yet it also has so many aspects: practice, precision, and the sheer pleasure of making something you know you're going to enjoy. It's an expanding universe of wonderfulness; you never run out of things to get better at.

Revival is: God, gladly at the center of my life, experienced and enjoyed.

present moment holds infinite riches beyond your wildest dreams but you will only enjoy them to the extent of your faith and love. The more a soul loves, the more it longs, the more it hopes, the more it finds. —Jean-Pierre de Caussade, S.J. (1675–1751), The Sacrament of the Present Moment The

it sucks to get old...but there's always beer

If were all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down.

If we're all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down

The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time

Excitement about things became a habit, a part of my personality, and the expectation that I should enjoy new experiences often engendered the enjoyment itself.

He called me Bubbles, a pet name he had chosen, he told me, because I seemed to enjoy so many things. Anxious to confirm his description, I refused to let my enthusiasm wane, even when I grew tired or grumpy. Thus excitement about things became a habit, a part of my personality, and the expectation that I should enjoy new experiences often engendered the enjoyment itself.

Everything," a journalist observed, "tended to represent the home of a man who has battled hard with the fortunes of life, and whose hard experience had taught him to enjoy whatever of success belongs to him, rather in solid substance than in showy display.

You have to read a book at the right time for you, and I am sure this cannot be insisted on too often, for it is the key to the enjoyment of literature.

In times of war, as everyone knows who has lived through one, or talked to soldiers when they are allowing themselves to remember the truth, and not the sentimentalities with which we all shield ourselves from the horrors of which we re capable --- in times of war we revert, as a species, to the past and are permitted to be brutal and cruel. It is for this reason, and of course others, that a great many people enjoy war. But this is one of the facts about war that is not often talked about.

I think the most joyous thing in life is to loaf around and watch another bloke do a job of work. Look how popular are the men who dig up London with electric drills. Duke's son, cook's son, son of a hundred kings, people will stand there for hours on end, ear drums splitting. Why? Simply for the pleasure of being idle while watching other people work.

I wanted it all to be wonderful for you.' She waited for him to find his own answer to this, which he did with disarming swiftness. 'That's vanity, I suppose. Take pen and ink and write it down. His lordship is in the enjoyment of very low spirits, owing to his inexplicable inability to bend Providence to his own designs.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)