Quotes About Toast

At headquarters, Goldwater raised a toast to his staff and to his nation. "Here's to the greatest country in the world," he said. "As Harry Golden says, only in America would the first Jewish presidential nominee be an Episcopalian.

Guess I can't go back to working for Quetzalcoatl, eh?" "When this is over, Billy," Black Hawk said. "I think maybe we should go and visit the feathered serpent. Hand in our resignations. I'll bring a box of matches." "You going to toast some marshmallows with him?" "I'll toast something," Black Hawk promised.

let's raise a toast: here's to the Museum of Ordinary People 2.0! And let's hope it doesn't end with us all getting arrested!

Oh lord Stanley, lord Stanley give me the brandy!

I manage a toast to the Christmas tree and one to the sweet absurdity in the miracle of the verb to be. Lucky you, lucky me.

Brew me a cup for a winter's night. For the wind howls loud, and the furies fight; Spice it with love and stir it with care, And I'll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.

Potato slices, crispy and fragrant. And toast glistening with what looks like actual creamy butter. And three fried eggs. That's more eggs than I've had on the same plate ever in my life.

A toast to the birthday boy!' Myrna shouted. 'Welcome to the adult world, hon. It's lonely, it's miserable, and God help you. But there are bright spots, and nights like tonight are one of them.

It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you.

I am not getting into the rarebit versus rabbit argument. Whatever you call it, it is still cheese on toast.

Perhaps, then, most lovers of drink are not what we today would call egoists but rather guardians of the sort of generous spirit that inspires all of us to toast, at times, our neighbor's happiness. We do this because we want to drink, yes, but if our neighbor gets drunk along with us, our pleasure is double.

The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured coziness.

Champagne, always champagne. Make mine Veuve-Clicquot.

She raised her own glass, filled with a deep red wine. "To Ambrose Jakis," she said with sudden fierceness. "May he fall into a well and die.

Denna lifted her glass in a salute. "To the gullibility of the well-educated.

A dropped cat always lands on its feet. Buttered toast always lands buttered side down. Strap buttered toast to back of cat , & drop. The two will hover, spinning inches above the ground ...