Quotes About Lunch

Nord annonciateur de beau temps Est le réveil Sud le repas Ouest le repos

the most recent murder. Now she came up to me in first period to say I should sit with her at lunch. This was a definite step up from my old spot in the cafeteria. She wanted to know if my father had any new leads. "Even if it's top secret, none of us would breathe a word

col-la-tion (noun). A light meal or repast.

The way I inspire loyalty in my team is for them to see me more casually, to have lunch with members of my team, for them to see me with my family, my fiance, to see the real me.

She'd missed lunch, and was still trying to pretend that that was a good thing. Of course, her stomach kept up a rumbling running commentary to the contrary

Decker looked at his sack lunch, sitting on the passenger's seat of his unmarked. Guess he was going to eat in the car

We would mull over the ills of Italy and the ills of the world, and conclude at the end that everyone's crazy so what's the use, let's go have some lunch and a little wine.

Working right through lunch is a false economy. The value of that extra time at your desk or in saved expenses pales in comparison to the cost of a lost opportunity to learn or grow or to invest in an employee. If you skip lunch or eat lunch alone, you are wasting opportunities.

I haven't trusted polls since I read that 62 percent of women had affairs during their lunch hour. I've never met a woman in my life who would give up lunch for sex.

The grease from the awful lunch buffet took to the air, becoming more a skin coating than a smell. Who ate that stuff? she wondered. Buffalo wings dating back to the Carter administration. Hot dogs that sit in water until, well, until they were gone. French fries so oily it makes picking them up a near impossibility. Fat men circled the dishes and piled their Styrofoam plates to dizzying heights. Olivia could almost see their arteries hardening in the dim light. Some

She didn't want to raise suspicions, so she started chatting about the usual suburban inanities: kid sports, the father-coach who favored his own kid, the teachers who gave too much/too little homework, the new online school-lunch ordering system.

When Myron got back to the office, Esperanza was at the reception desk. "Where's Big Cyndi?" Myron asked. "Having lunch." The image of Fred Flintstone's car tipping over from the weight of his Bronto-ribs flashed in front of Myron's eyes.

Thinking about lunch. Smoked salmon with pedigreed lettuce and razor-sharp slices of onion that have been soaked in ice water, brushed with horseradish and mustard, served on French butter rolls baked in the hot ovens of Kinokuniya. A sandwich made in heaven

Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there.

On my real vacations, I meet up with friends and we go for walks on the beach. We stroll through old cities, swim in the sea, and take afternoon naps. We shop, lunch, and, yeah, drink.

I used to have the same lunch every day, for 20 years, I guess, the same thing over and over again.

There's this absurd situation on a movie set where your trailer's here and the set is here and the lunch tent is here, and you're not allowed to get yourself from these three places.

I was lucky enough to go to a school which gave flexibility around education and sport. We had a 1-hour, 30-minute lunch break, and were able to train during this time.

I'll have an omelette, porridge, and fruit for breakfast at the training ground, then chicken, pasta and soup for lunch; then I can relax in the evening.

But Lunch Isn't That Bad, Really Once I get used to having to eat with two people instead of one. Two people who have known each other for such a long time that they practically speak in code. Two people who are always saying, "Remember the time when this happened?" and "Remember the time when that happened?" (Which, of course, I never do, because I wasn't there.) Well, okay, it is that bad. It sucks, even.

I'm making lunch. Who wants pasta?" "We have leftover caramelized cauliflower and some cannellini beans soaking," Lois says. "There's a chunk of pancetta in there," Benji pipes in. "I roasted a mess of garlic yesterday," Andrea offers. "Perfect," I say, smiling, the dish coming together in my head.

Je ne sais pas ce qu'on fait là, à moins d'une heure du déjeuner. Manger un beignet maintenant va me couper l'appétit. – Tu veux rire ! répliqua Prudence dans un éclat de rire bref. Tu n'as même pas d'appétit à couper.

Don't fuss, Mary. I will write the letters tomorrow, before lunch. I would write them tonight, only I think we ought to dine out - don't you? - to celebrate the inauguration of my career as a parasite.

The word overskud, meaning a kind of surplus of energy. As in, "I can't cut the lawn now—after that great big boozy lunch I simply don't have the overskud.