Quotes About Toast

drink to the cause, and pure vapours

But Rose lifted her champagne flute in a toast. "It is precisely our unfortunate characteristics that make any of us interesting—wouldn't you say, ladies? Those of us, I might add, who are interesting." Maneuvering Kate away from the gaggle, Rose led her through the gardens and down to the river.

Raw toast," Lucas said grimly, shaking his head. "It goes against the very nature of man.

Raw toast," Lucas said grimly, shaking his head. "It goes against the very nature of man.

I have no way to properly toast you, my Jane. The appropriate toast for a new Blood Master of a clan is from the jugular of a virgin boy or girl, with the words 'Long undeath, prosperity, scions, blood, and cattle.'" I looked at my beer. "Yeah. Beer is better. And how about 'Live long and prosper.

Are you sure you wouldn't like some toast, Phyllis? Toast is one of the triumphs of our civilisation. It must be made with very fresh bread, thickly cut; then toasted very quickly and buttered at once, so the butter is half-melted. Unsalted butter, of course; you sprinkle it with salt afterwards. Sea salt, preferably.

We had a C-section. That's when the baby comes out like toast.

Of what value is a civilization that can't toast a piece of bread as ordered?

No matter how much I scream at them to make my toast as crispy as possible, I have never once gotten it the way I want it. I can't imagine why. What with Japanese industriousness and high-tech culture and the market principles that the Denny's chain is always pursuing, it shouldn't be that hard to get crispy toast, don't you think? So, why can't they do it? Of what value is a civilization that can't toast a piece of bread as ordered?

My joke is that my father was a minister and my mother was an English teacher, so I'm trained to see the world in terms of symbols, which is hard when you just want to make toast.

Dr. Armstrong handed Boss Baby a root-beer float to toast his success. Boss Baby took the drink and raised it. In a weak voice he said, "To no more parents!" "Cheers to the revolution!" Dr. Armstrong raised his own float and the two of them clinked glasses.

You cannot capture warmth in a toast, but you can capture toast in a warmth.

I daresay you'll be wanting some marmalade.

Our table's status on the Oronsay continued to be minimal, while those at the Captain's Table were constantly toasting one another's significance. That was a small lesson I learned on the journey. What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.

The birds are in their trees, the toast is in the toaster, and the poets are at their windows. [...] The proofreaders are playing the ping-pong game of proofreading, glancing back and forth from page to page, the chefs are dicing celery and potatoes, and the poets are at their windows because it is their job for which they are paid nothing every Friday afternoon.

ah mama what care the dead t drink up their own toasts? spirits slurping candle syrup affects whose emptiness?

I don't know whether Bancroft has mentioned it or not, but I have made him what I consider to be a rather generous offer for Forton Hall.' 'Bravo!' Stephen applauded ... 'Our traveler may begin traveling.' ... 'A toast then,' [Quin] said ... 'to interesting possibilities.' 'To interesting possibilities,' Felicity repeated in unison with the others

Since the Middle Ages, pieces of toasted bread have been added to beer and wine to improve the beverages' flavor. It is from that practice that we get the expression "to drink a toast." In Shakespeare's day there was also another saying, "not worth a toast," meaning not worth a crust of bread.

A toast at your wedding, perhaps?" said Eldric. "I shall never get married," I said. "But I do like champagne.

I intend to die with a bottle of champagne by my bed. I'll drink a toast to the fact that, despite everything, I was able to experience the singular adventure of being born, living and one day disappearing into the darkness once again.

Thanksgiving is nothing but a toast to genocide.

The Irishman raises his beer and says "sluncha" or "slawn chair" or something like that, obviously a Gaelic toast, and we bellow "sluncha!" and clink glasses and take long, deep, manly, Irish pub drinks.

To the King over the water. It was an old toast, dating back a hundred years or more, a ruse by which men could seemingly drink to the health of the reigning Hanoverian monarch while in reality maintaining their allegiance to that other king, the dethroned Stuart King James II and his descendants, condemned forever to live in exile.

I don't know what was more exhausting—being forced to spew out overwrought poetry for hours on end or having that little girl gaze at me all night as if I hung the moon." A wry smile touched Adrian's lips. "Didn't you?" "No," Julian retorted, lifting the decanter to the sky in a mocking toast. "Only the stars.