Quotes About Ice cream

L.A. still ranks as one of my guilty pleasures, along with butter-pecan ice cream and Coldplay albums.

America's greatest revelation was not the atom bomb, not Fundamentalism, not fat farms, not Elvis, not even the quite astute observation that gentlemen prefer blondes, but the great heights to which she has propelled ice cream.

America's greatest revelation was not the atom bomb, not Fundamentalism, not fat farms, not Elvis, not even the quite astute observation that gentlemen prefer blondes, but the great heights to which she has propelled ice cream, Dad was fond of commenting while standing with the freezer door open and inspecting every flavor of Ben and Jerry's, oblivious to the customers swarming around him, waiting for him to move.

The most famous ice cream shop in Italy, and now the oldest continuously operated café in the world, was Florian in Piazza San Marco in Venice. It was opened in 1720.

Everything slows down with age, except the time it takes cake and ice cream to reach your hips.

It was a nice voice, smooth and deep as double chocolate ice cream.

I used to have this fantasy when I was growing up where Princess Leia would be in the slave Leia costume and she would be in a vat of Breyer's ice cream. A recurring dream where I would eat my way to her.

After dinner the babies get fussy and Min puts a mush of ice cream and Hershey's syrup in their bottles and we watch The Worst That Could Happen, a half-hour of computer simulations of tragedies that have never actually occurred but theoretically could.

I worked at an ice cream parlor called Chadwicks. We wore old-timey outfits and had to bang a drum, play a kazoo, and sing 'Happy Birthday' to people while giving them free birthday sundaes. Lots of ice cream scooping and $1 tips.

Poppy: What makes you think I'm having dinner with you? Jake: Because you can't sit in your room and eat ice cream and chips two nights in a row. You'll get scurvy. You need vitamin C.

Theo Fitzgerald," she said, still trying to shake off the night's uninvited visitor. "I mean, really!" The shake turned into yet another shiver, the sort usually inspired by a particularly wicked mouthful of very rich, supersmooth, utterly sinful ice cream.

Dice che una buona idea deve essere: sconfinata come gli spazzi freddi dell'Universo e precisa come la scelta di un gelato.

My most romantic job: I was a manager at Baskin-Robbins.

Never trust a skinny ice cream man.

Okay, so what's your favorite color, your favorite ice cream flavor, and your favorite season? "Blue, coffee, and winter." "Winter. No one likes winter." "It gets dark early, I like that." "Why?" Because that means the day has ended. I like checking days off a calendar—

I do like going to the movies, but I like eating tons of sweets and ice cream, so I can't go to the movies anymore.

The night before my mastectomy, I had done my best to keep my mind off of the impending procedure. My family and I went to the Tampa Bay Lightning hockey game, where I binged on pizza and ice cream and took full advantage of the doctor's advice to eat up the night before since I had to begin fasting at midnight.

I know I have a gigantic sweet tooth. I love candy, I love ice cream, I love anything sweet.

I don't have a sweet tooth, normally; I'm a salty-savory girl. But when I'm pregnant, almost as a ritual, at 4 o'clock, I'll have cookies-and-cream ice cream!

The only things you can truly love after such a short time are ice cream flavors and comfortable shoes.

In Vermont, there is maple syrup in it—it doesn't matter what it is. Cake. Ice cream. Coffee. Soup. Mustard. Concrete.

When the girls left that afternoon, they left behind the aura of their unsolved problems and dilemmas. I felt exhausted, I chose the only way I knew to cope with problems. I went to the refrigerator, scooped up the coffee ice cream. Poured some cold coffee over it, looked for walnuts, discovered we had none left, went after almonds, crushed them with my teeth and sprinkled them over my concoction.

He slipped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him, tossing the ice cream cone over his shoulder. It landed with a splat on the sidewalk. So does that mean I have a varsity girlfriend? I giggled like a total girl and linked my hands behind his neck. Yeah I guess it does. Sweet. Then he bent his head, and I stood up on my tiptoes and we met in the middle. And it was perfect.

A little girl named Mary goes to the beach with her mother and brother. They drive there in a red car. At the beach they swim, eat some ice cream, play in the sand, and have sandwiches for lunch. Now the questions: 1.  What color was the car? 2.  Did they have fish and chips for lunch? 3.  Did they listen to music in the car? 4.  Did they drink lemonade with lunch?