Toasts Quotes

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

By now it was clear that Howl was in a mood to produce green slime any second. Sophie hurriedly put her sewing away. “I’ll make some hot buttered toast,” she said. “Is that all you can do in the face of tragedy??” Howl asked. “Make toast!

I love my lifestyle now, but at the end of nine months, you’re toast. You are toast. It’s like running a marathon. You can’t think while you’re doing it. Especially when different directors come in who are not part of the posse, the circle

Beige is atmosphere. It’s bisque, it’s ivory, it’s cream, it’s stone, it’s toast, it’s cappuccino. It;s well, it’s magic.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.

But one day we shall be rich, and the next poor. One day we shall dine in a palace and the next we’ll sit in a forest and toast mushrooms on a hatpin.

Male egos require constant stroking. Every task is an achievement, every success epic. That is why women cook, but men are chefs: we make cheese on toast, they produce pain de fromage.

The biggest teenage taboo is being strait-laced. It’s easy to tell a researcher you went to a house party that turned into an orgy. It’s less easy to say you like eating toast and watching QI.

We toast the Lisp programmer who pens his thoughts within nests of parentheses.

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 cosiness.

Few people arise in the morning as hungry for God as they are for cornflakes or toast and eggs.

A toast, Jedediah, to love on my terms. Those are the only terms anybody ever knows – his own.

I have trouble with toast. Toast is very difficult. You have to watch it all the time or it burns up.

So, without saying anything to the others, it made its way to the farthest corner of the meadow and began to toast an imaginary muffin. That was always the best way to unwind when things got to be too much for it.

Youth is when you’re allowed to stay up late on New Year’s Eve. Middle age is when you’re forced to.

Be good children, and we shall all meet in Heaven. I want to meet you all, white and black, in Heaven. Our Federal Union! It must be preserved! [Toast at a celebration of Thomas Jefferson’s birthday, April 13 1830]

I don’t have a very routine life; the kids’ activities, our nightly routines, and morning routines are about as routine as it gets. In the middle of it all – other than my morning coffee, toast, and trying to get 7-8 hours of sleep a night – each day is different.

Except in very narrow cases, where there’s breakthrough science that needs patent production, worrying about competitors is a waste of time. If you can’t out iterate someone who is trying to copy you, you’re toast anyway.

The inside is packed with people. Lots of them crowding the bar, passing drinks back for people to carry to tables. A bunch of guys are pouring shots of vodka. “To Zacharov!” one toasts. “To open hearts and open bars!” calls another. “And open legs,” says Anton.

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew there was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

We’ll laugh and toast to nothing, and smash our empty glasses down.

I like spaghetti bolognese, I like baked beans on toast. I hate French food. I hate fancy food.

Jessica Seinfeld made a toast. She turned to the assembled guests. ‘And you are all so lucky to be part of Gwyneth’s world. Because this is the real deal. And she’s invited all of you good people in here. I would never do that.’

I don’t like toast… the black stuff gets in my teeth.

I was a great believer in hot buttered toast at all hours of the day.

I like to use ‘I Can’t Believe it’s Not Butter’ on my toast in the morning, because sometimes when I eat breakfast, I like to be incredulous. How was breakfast? Unbelievable.

My culinary skills are terrible. I can’t even make toast taste good. I do make scrambled eggs for myself sometimes but I wouldn’t even inflict that on anyone else.

The man or woman you really love will never grow old to you. Through the wrinkles of time, through the bowed frame of years, you will always see the dear face and feel the warm heart union of your eternal love.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.

May our house always be too small to hold all of our friends.

And now, my friends, a dragon’s toast! Here’s to life’s little blessings: war, plagues, and all forms of evil. Their presence keeps us alert— and their absence keeps us grateful.

I got killed against Morimoto. I brought out white plates with food; I thought that was really nice. He brings out sculptures of ice, Noah’s ark made of balsa wood that he carved at his restaurant downstairs, smoking trees … When I saw that, I looked at my sous chef and I’m like, we’re toast.

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

Dip a slice of bread in batter. That’s September: yellow, gold, soft and sticky. Fry the bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process.

Tell him what? Kat’s a raging nymphomaniac. (Kytara) Tara! (Kat) Oh, all right. She’s so bland she makes plain toast look spicy. (Kytara)

Pepperidge Farm bread. That’s fancy bread. You can tell it’s fancy because it’s wrapped twice. You open it, and it still isn’t open. That’s why I don’t buy it. I don’t need another step between me and toast.

Doing 20 minutes of stretching, light weights and floor exercises three times a week takes the same amount of time as a long coffee break – and eating a tuna fish salad, sardines on toast or scrambled eggs is surely preferable to a Big Mac or KFC.

The only decisions I’m making at the moment are whether I have tea, coffee, toast or cornflakes in the morning.

I could hear hopefulness in her voice, but also doubt. She was waiting for me to admit the obvious: I’d forgotten. I was toast. I was boyfriend roadkill.

I look East, West, North, South, and I do not see Sauron; but I see that Saruman has many descendants. We Hobbits have against them no magic weapons. Yet, my gentlehobbits, I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

The noise from good toast should reverberate in the head like the thunder of July.

Of course I don’t want to go to a cocktail party…If I wanted to stand around with a load of people I don’t know eating bits of cold toast I can get caught shoplifting and go to Holloway [women’s prison].

We love because it’s the only true adventure.

Billions of years ago God was creating universes and life; thousands of years ago he was creating angry floods, sin-saving human sacrifices and audible burning bushes. Today he occasionally appears on a piece of toast. To state that God has become reclusive over the years would be an overwhelming understatement.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

Night and day, you are the one.

Where you are is what you eat. When I’m in London I’ll have beans on toast for lunch. On holiday – what? Tapas? Go on then I’ll have a bit. You eat whatevers in that area.

You’ve travelled through life together
Enjoying years of wedded bliss
We congratulate you on reaching
And we toast your happiness

With my wife I don’t get no respect. I made a toast on her birthday to ‘the best woman a man ever had.’ The waiter joined me.

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.

And I’m up while the dawn is breaking, even though my heart is aching. I should be drinking a toast to absent friends instead of these comedians.

A toast to the weapons of war, may they rust in peace.

Here’s to our beloved George Washington, the Joshua of America, who commanded the sun and the moon to stand still – and they obeyed.

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 our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair.

For four to six months at a time, I would barely eat. I lived on a diet of Melba toast, carrots, and black coffee.

Laughter is the jam on the toast of life. It adds flavor, keeps it from being too dry, and makes it easier to swallow.

To set but a low value upon toast is to expose one’s deficiencies in right appreciation.

Don’t hit the person across from you with bits of toast, And don’t, when dinner is nearly through, say ‘Who’s the host’ It isn’t done.

Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of growths

I went out to dinner with a Marine last weekend. He looked across the table and he goes, “I could kill you in seven seconds.” I go, “I’ll just have toast, then.”

Here ‘s to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here ‘s to the widow of fifty; Here ‘s to the flaunting, extravagant queen, And here ‘s to the housewife that ‘s thrifty! Let the toast pass; Drink to the lass; I ‘ll warrant she ‘ll prove an excuse for the glass.

My main focus is ball. I know what butters my toast. I know what my job is and what is expected of me, and that’s what’s first and foremost.

I’m not the bake-sale-mom type – though once in a while, I’ll make challah French toast for my sons.

A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

I marmaladed a slice of toast with something of a flourish and I don’t suppose I have ever come much closer to saying ‘Tra la la’ as I did the lathering for I was feeling in mid season form this morning.

Here’s to our wives and girlfriends…may they never meet!

It is impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you….Once the warm, salty butter has hit your tongue, you are smitten. Putty in their hands.

If the Internet turns out not to be the future of computing, we’re toast. But if it is, we’re golden.

There’s a character that I play onstage, and I can’t let him loose in the supermarket when I’m buying my beans on toast.

Eating plain toast will detonate her. “I’ll have some honey.” When the bread is done I scrape on a microscopic layer of it and pour a cup of coffee, black. She pretends not to listen or watch as I crunch through my breakfast. I pretend that I don’t notice her pretending.

Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot shawl.

Oh Lord please don’t burn us don’t kill or toast your flock. Don’t put us on the barbecue or simmer us in stock. Don’t bake or baste or boil us or stir-fry us in a wok.

Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!

We have not all had the good fortune to be ladies. We have not all been generals, or poets, or statesmen; but when the toast works down to the babies, we stand on common ground.

a good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude

Anybody want some . . . toast?

A slice of hot, buttered toast is the perfect meal. It’s not too much and not too little, and it gives you just the right buzz.

An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.

I blend my green drink every morning. I also fix my son a full-on American breakfast with bacon and toast.

Give me a platter of choice finnan haddie, freshly cooked in its bath of water and milk, add melted butter, a slice or two of hot toast, a pot of steaming Darjeeling tea, and you may tell the butler to dispense with the caviar, truffles and nightingales’ tongues.

There is nothing more depressing than toast that no one eats.

Night and day you are the one,
Only you beneath the moon and under the sun.

Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread, and serve you French toast again. Okay, I still get stoned.

Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.

We like to make sure there is a plot at the center of it and that you care about the people but to poke fun of little things, like the toast restaurant in the pilot.

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

Eating toast in the shower is the ultimate multitask

We are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s business; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.

I don’t mean to brag, I don’t mean to boast,
But I’m intercontinental when I eat French toast.

He got me a cup of tea with honey, toast with honey, yogurt with honey, like I was John the Baptist with the flu.

Mondays I sleep. I go in at ten, do my lift, watch the game from the day before. Tuesday is off, but I go in, lift, watch film. Then I have French toast with my sister.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

Even if I’m gone all day, breakfast is the one meal I always cook for my kids. I make French toast, oatmeal, or an egg burrito.

We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now. And tried to reach beyond the emptiness, but neither one knew how.

Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that’s a real treat.

My favorite toast is rye toast.

You can microwave a Pop Tart. That just blew me away that you could do that. How long does it take to toast a Pop Tart? A minute and a half if you want it dark? People don’t have that kind of time? Listen, if you need to zap-fry your Pop Tarts before you head out the door, you might want to loosen up your schedule.

Every meal should end with something sweet. Maybe it’s jelly on toast at breakfast, or a small piece of chocolate at dinner – but it always helps my brain bring a close to the meal.

Let’s have a toast – to the future generation of consumers, however many heads or assholes they have!

Unbuttered toast is a substance half complete, and to be forced to eat it in that state is necessarily to feel deprived.

Everyone has the talent to some degree: even making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you know whether it tastes better to you with raspberry jam or grape jelly; on chewy pumpernickel or white toast.

Going into therapy doesn’t guarantee poop on toast.

While traveling, I love granola bars, trail mix nuts, dry cereal and fruit for on-the-go snacks. I also try and start the day with a high fiber and protein meal, such as whole-grain toast with peanut butter.

We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence.

Being in a band didn’t buy me my beans on toast!

I worked as a waiter when I was 15 and got a chance to appreciate good, simple food. There’s nothing better than a boiled egg with toast.

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

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

So here’s to the girls on the go
Everybody tries.
Look into their eyes,
And you’ll see what they know:
Everybody dies.
A toast to that invincible bunch,
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch.
Let’s hear it for the ladies who lunch
Everybody rise!

Brown for first course, white for pudding. Brown’s savoury, white’s the treat. Of course I’m the one who’s laughing because I actually love brown toast.

May you live all the days of your life.

We never live so intensely as when we love strongly. We never realize ourselves so vividly as when we are in full glow of love for others.

I can make the best French toast.

One word
Frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
That word is love.

A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. . . . . As much to the lively grey ‘Tis as good i’ th’ night as day: . . . . She’s a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass.

That I survived the Holocaust and went on to love beautiful girls, to talk, to write, to have toast and tea and live my life – that is what is abnormal.

Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right.

A meal without wine is like a day without sun

I toast the Pope, but I toast conscience first.

So I am death” Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast. “This is death toast sweety.

If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?

You don’t have to shoot me,” says the young lion. “I will be your rug and I will lie in front of your fireplace and I won’t move a muscle and you can sit on me and toast all the marshmallows you want. I love marshmallows.

Money maketh man a tory, don’t fire that assumption at me, I like toast as much as anyone but not for breakfast, dinner and tea

… For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.

Dont believe the hype. It tastes like someone scraped off the bottom of a birdcage and stuck it on a piece of toast.

What is odious but . . . people . . . who toast their feet on the register. . . .

The bagel is a lonely roll to eat all by yourself because in order for the true taste to come out you need your family. One to cut the bagels, one to toast them, one to put on the cream cheese and the lox, one to put them on the table and one to supervise.

The things that you did with parents, whether it was spending every Sunday morning with your dad and eating French toast and watching Popeye, or decorating the Christmas tree with our mother – these are memories that help you be happy.

The only reason I wanted ‘Making Toast’ as the title is that it is a simple gesture of moving on. Every morning there’s the bread and you make the toast and you start the day.

There’s gonna be a general lack of toast in the neighborhood this morning.

Meanwhile, Will had begun cutting his toast into strips and was making rude pictographs out of them. Oh, that looks rather like a …- , Jem began.

Being with him was like toast and butter from the very beginning.

Here’s a toast to the roast that good fellowship lends, with the sparkle of beer and wine; May its sentiment always be deeper, my friends, than the foam at the top of the stein. Then here’s to the heartening wassail, wherever good fellows are found; Be its master instead of its vassal, and order the glasses around.