food Quotes

“‘When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,’ said Piglet at last, ‘What’s the first thing you say to yourself?’ ‘What’s for breakfast?’ said Pooh. ‘What do you say, Piglet?’ ‘I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?’ said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. ‘It’s the same thing,’ he said.”

“A fruit salad is delicious precisely because each fruit maintains its own flavor.”

“A day without a friend is like a pot without a single drop of honey left inside.”

“Good things come to those who find it and shove it in their mouth!”

″‘Your name is Lift, right?’ ‘Right.’ ‘And your order?’ ‘More food.‘”

“Most gulls don’t bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flights–how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight. More than anything else, Jonathan Livingston Seagull loved to fly.”

“The Chinese say it’s better to be deprived of food for three days than tea for one.”

“You reckon you are to-day going to feast upon a Jesuit. It is all very well, nothing is more unjust than thus to treat your enemies. Indeed, the law of nature teaches us to kill our neighbour, and such is the practice all over the world. If we do not accustom ourselves to eating them, it is because we have better fare.”

“Could you ask your friend to do his exercises somewhere else? I shall be having lunch directly, and don’t want it bounced on just before I begin. A trifling matter, and fussy of me, but we all have our little ways.”

“Half my roll disappeared in one bite. It was the first decent food I’d had since Jenny’s kitchen. Curzon watched me without saying a word. When I licked the butter off my fingers, he gave me his roll.”

“How long can a fox go without food or water?”

Food may well kill me, but it’s also what has made life such a pleasure.

“The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.”

“I love Twinkies, and the reason I am saying that is because we are all supposed to think of reasons to live.”

“Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.”

“Now let me see,” he thought, as he took his last lick of the inside of the jar, “where was I going, Ah, yes, Eeyore.” He got up slowly. And then, suddenly, he remembered. He had eaten Eeyore’s present!

“At Lucios I buy myself an extra large cappuccino, and a muffin, and a chocolate brownie. I don’t care if I get fat. I just need sugar and caffeine and chocolate, and as much as possible.”

“Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” And at the same time, his long bony body rose up out of the bed and his bowl of soup went flying into the face of Grandma Josephine, and in one fantastic leap, this old fellow of ninety-six and a half, who hadn’t been out of bed these last twenty years, jumped on to the floor and started doing a dance of victory in his pajamas.”

“Whipped cream isn’t whipped cream at all if it hasn’t been whipped with whips, just like poached eggs isn’t poached eggs unless it’s been stolen in the dead of the night.”

“So, bit by bit, the feast takes form – there is a ham and a dish of sauerkraut, boiled rice, macaroni, bologna sausages, great piles of penny buns, bowls of milk, and foaming pitchers of beer. There is also, not six feet from your back, the bar, where you may order all you please and do not have to pay for it. “Eiksz! Graicziau!” screams Marija Berczynskas, and falls to work herself – for there is more upon the stove inside that will be spoiled if it be not eaten.”

“Frying chicken always makes me feel a little better about life.”

“You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!”

“I would not like them here or there. I would not like them anywhere.”

“I do so like green eggs and ham. Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am.”

“Would you eat them in a box? Would you eat them with a fox?”

“Say! I like green eggs and ham! I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!”

“You may like them. You will see. You may like them in a tree!”

“Would you? Could you? In a car? Eat them! Eat them! Here they are.”

“A livelihood. I do not preach in vain. THere’s no apostle I would conterfeit; I mean to have money, wool and cheese and wheat”

“And he went on eating his marmalade as though everything were natural.”

“It has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism.”

“And my poor Bar-ba-loots are all getting the crummies because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies.”

“If you want one thing too much it’s likely to be a disappointment. The healthy way is to learn to like the everyday things, like soft beds and buttermilk—and feisty gentlemen.”

She rubbed another match on the wall. It burst into a flame, and where its light fell upon the wall it became as transparent as a veil, and she could see into the room. The table was covered with a snowy white table-cloth, on which stood a splendid dinner service, and a steaming roast goose, stuffed with apples and dried plums. And what was still more wonderful, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled across the floor, with a knife and fork in its breast, to the little girl. Then the match went out, and there remained nothing but the thick, damp, cold wall before her.

“He brought everything back, all the food for the feast! And he, he himself, the Grinch carved the roast beast!”

“There’s small choice in rotten apples.”

“Gimme a penny sheeny pickle.”

“She didn’t know why, but after a day of the pickle, the bread and potatoes tasted good again. Yes, pickle day was something to look forward to.”

“The place known at her grandfather’s as the cellar, where the fresh made cheeses and the new milk were kept, was a pleasant and inviting place.”

“I don’t know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it’s something that anyone can make - but it carries a certain taste of memory.”

“I gathered a handful of small stones, and threw them up toward the apes. The stones did not go near them, but influenced by their instinctive mania for imitation, they instantly seized all the cocoanuts within their reach, and sent a perfect hail of them down upon us.”

“On all sides he beheld vast store of apples; some hanging in oppressive opulence on the trees; some gathered into baskets and barrels for the market; others heaped up in rich piles for the cider-press. Farther on he beheld great fields of Indian corn, with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts, and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty pudding; and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun, and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies.”

“The pedagogue’s mouth watered, as he looked upon this sumptuous promise of luxurious winter fare. In his devouring mind’s eye, he pictured to himself every roasting-pig running about with a pudding in his belly, and an apple in his mouth; the pigeons were snugly put to bed in a comfortable pie, and tucked in with a coverlet of crust; the geese were swimming in their own gravy; and the ducks pairing cosily in dishes, like snug married couples, with a decent competency of onion sauce.”

“Where there’s life there’s hope, and need of vittles.”

“America’s not really a melting pot. It’s more like one of those divided metal plates with separate sections for starch, meat, and veggies.”

“Eat bread, oh Enkidu! It is the conformity of life, of the conditions and the fate of the land.”

“Milk of the cattle he drank. Food they placed before him. He broke bread gazing and looking. But Enkidu understood not. Bread to eat, beer to drink, he had not been taught.”

“Then Patterwig came back with the nut and Caspian ate it and after that Patterwig asked if he could take any messages to other friends.”

“For like as foods are threefold for mankind In nourishing, so is there threefold way Of worship, abstinence, and almsgiving!”

“Clean water and health care and school and food and tin roofs and cement floors, all of these things should constitute a set of basics that people must have as birthrights.”

“I am well and healthy. The food is good. Sometimes I eat turtle soup, and I know how to make acorn pancakes. I keep my supplies in the wall of the tree in wooden pockets that I chopped myself.”

“I looked through the clear water and saw the tracks of mussels in the mud. I ran along the log back to shore, took off my clothes, and plunged into that icy water. I collected almost a peck of mussels in very little time.”

“Chicken is Good! It tastes like chicken.”

“Before the appropriation of land, he who gathered as much of the wild fruit, killed, caught, or tamed, as many of the beasts, as he could; he that so imployed his pains about any of the spontaneous products of nature, as any way to alter them from the state which nature put them in, by placing any of his labour on them, did thereby acquire a propriety in them: but if they perished, in his possession, without their due use; if the fruits rotted, or the venison putrified, before he could spend it, he offended against the common law of nature, and was liable to be punished; he invaded his neighbour’s share, for he had no right, farther than his use called for any of them, and they might serve to afford him conveniencies of life.”

“Giving people medicine for TB and not giving them food is like washing your hands and drying them in dirt.”

“It made me happy to have someone react like that to something I made.”

“When asked what he recalls of his first six years, Michael said, ‘Going for days having to drink water to get full. Going to other people’s houses and asking for something to eat. Sleeping outside. The mosquitoes.‘”

“And I will eat the in the rain. And in the dark. And on a train. And in car. And in tree. They are so good, so good, you see!”

“Would you like them here or there?”

“And I would eat them in a boat, And I would eat them with a goat…”

“You do not like green eggs and ham? I do not like them, Sam-I-am.”

“I do not like them in a house. I do not like them with a mouse.”

“I could not, would not, on a boat. I will not, will not, with a goat. I will not eat them in the rain. I will not eat them on a train. Not in the dark! Not in a tree! Not in a car! You let me be! I do not like them in a box. I do not like them with a fox. I will not eat them in a house. I do not like them with a mouse. I do not like them here or there. I do not like them ANYWHERE!”

“Every time I took a few drops to slake it, I postponed my demise a little more. The same was true with food. Hunger is a monster.”

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

“Anyone who gives you a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven is a friend for life.”

“I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is ‘What?’”

“The sun looks down on nothing half so good as a household laughing together over a meal.”

“It’s been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable.”

“I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.”

“Everything in this room is edible. Even I’m edible. But, that would be called canibalism. It is looked down upon in most societies.”

“There is something about very cold weather that gives one an enormous appetite. Most of us find ourselves beginning to crave rich steaming stews and hot apple pies and all kinds of delicious warming dishes; and because we are all a great deal luckier than we realize, we usually get what we want—or near enough.”

“Oh, my sainted aunt! Don’t mention that disgusting stuff in front of me! Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of? It’s made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners!”

“The only meals they could afford were bread and margarine for breakfast, boiled potatoes and cabbage for lunch, and cabbage soup for supper.”

“Do you like green eggs and ham?”

“Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.”

“He could smell her crackling white apron and the faint flavour of toast that always hung about her so deliciously.”

“The revenue arising from his school was small, and would have been scarcely sufficient to furnish him with daily bread, for he was a huge feeder, and, though lank, had the dilating powers of an anaconda; but to help out his maintenance, he was, according to country custom in those parts, boarded and lodged at the houses of the farmers whose children he instructed.”

“When I am king they shall not have bread and shelter only, but also teachings out of books, for a full belly is little worth where the mind is starved.”

Are wild strawberries really wild? Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child? Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam? Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home? Can they be trained to not growl at the guests? Will a litterbox work or would they make a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows, Or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows, Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse, Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house, And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly Can you ever feel that you trust them completely? Or should we make a pet out of something less scary, Like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry, Anyhow, you’ve been warned and I will not be blamed If your Wild Strawberries cannot be tamed.

“Life passes by now like the scenery outside a car window. I breathe and eat and sleep as I always did, but there seems to be no great purpose in my life that requires active participation on my part...I do not know where I am going or when I will get there.”

“So I will eat them in a box. And I will eat them with a fox. And I will eat them in a house. And I will eat them with a mouse. And I will eat them here and there. Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!”

“The Christian says, ‘Creatures are not born with desires unless satisfaction for those desires exists. A baby feels hunger: well, there is such a thing as food. A duckling wants to swim: well, there is such a thing as water. Men feel sexual desire: well, there is such a thing as sex.”

“They have the kind of things we can eat. ”

“It smelled like the country. It was a filet mignon farm, all of it, and the tissue spread for miles around the paths where we were walking. It was like these huge hedges of red all around us, with these beautiful marble patterns running through them. They had these tubes, they were bringing the tissue blood, and we could see the blood running around, up and down. It was really interesting. I like to see how things are made, and to understand where they come from.”

″‘Excuse me. I am a sacred vessel, alright? All you’ve got in your stomach is Taco Bell.‘”

“A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.”

“You have fed me wretched food, vegetables boiled to extinction, fistfuls of white sugar, slabs of fat, mucousy casseroles made with globs of cream of mushroom, until it’s amazing my heart still beats. Food was not fuel but ballast; we ate and then we sank like rocks.”

“My baby will be here! He will want to eat.”

“The sky supplied all the food they could possible want. ”

“Whatever the weather served, that was what they ate.”

“When the townspeople went outside, they carried their plates, cups, glasses, forks, spoons, knives, and napkins with them. That way they would always be prepared for any kind of weather. ”

“But it never rained rain. It never snowed snow. And it never blew just wind.”

″ The only thing different about Chewandswallow was its weather. It came three times a day, at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Everything that everyone ate came from the sky”

″ The biggest change they had to make was getting used to buying food at a supermarket. ”

“So he laid out a nice simple picnic lunch. There was nothing but pie. But there were all nine kinds of pies that Harold liked best. ”

“Oh you think these are carrots. These are not carrots. These are orange twiglets from Jupiter.”

“But I don’t eat green things”

“Oh, this isn’t mashed potato. People often think that but no, this is cloud fluff from the pointiest peak of Mount Fuji.”

“Well, I might just try one if they’re all the way from Jupiter.”

“I absolutely will not ever eat a tomato.”

“I love to eat cloud.”

“I know these are not fish sticks. These are ocean nibbles from the supermarket under the sea--mermaids eat them all the time.”

“I will not eat potato so don’t even try, not even smashed.”

“These are not peas. Of course they are not. These are green drops from Greenland. They are made out of green and fall from the sky.”

“Here, by these rocks... and his favorite food is roasted fox.”

“On went the mouse through the deep dark wood. An owl saw the mouse and the mouse looked good.

“One day they swam over to the park on the river bank, and there they met a policeman called Michael. Michael fed them peanuts, and after that the Mallards called on Michael every day. ”

“Now we have no honey in our honey pot. Go get some honey. Go get some more. Go get some honey from the honey store.”

“The wedding was lovely, the cake was delicious.”

″‘Mamma! Papa!’ called Bill. ‘Come see what Captain Cook has done.’ Captain Cook had done it all right. He had discovered the bowl of goldfish on the dining-room window sill. By the time Mrs. Popper reached over to lift him away, he had already swallowed the last of the goldfish.”

“He ate all the supper that was cooking in the saucepans... and all the food in the fridge, and all the packets and tins in the cupboard.. and then he drank all the milk, and all the orange juice, and all Daddy’s beer, and all the water in the tap.”

“I’ll make you my papa’s special seaweed sandwich. He was a captain, too.”

“I don’t know what to do. I’ve got nothing for Daddy’s supper, the tiger has eaten it all.”

“They also bought a very big tin of Tiger Food, in case the tiger should come to tea again. But he never did.”

“I could eat a goose-moose burger, fifteen pickles and a purple plum!”

“I have everything I require, except food; but without food everything is rather less than nothing.”

“There’s nothing this Puddin’ enjoys more than offering slices of himself to strangers.”

“She took out of her cupboard 3 eggs, Bread, Cocoa, Milk, a kipper and Jam. She put it all in her cauldron and stirred it up. There was plenty of breakfast for everyone.”

“Now you know food will spoil if you just leave it out in the open. So I did the only thing there was to do. I had dinner again. Think of it as a second helping, I was getting awfully full. But my cold was feeling a little better/ And I still didn’t have that cup of sugar for my dear old granny’s birthday cake.”

“Your Majesty, please...I don’t like to complain. But down here below, we are feeling great pain. I know, up on top you are seeing great sights. But down at the bottom we, too, should have rights. We turtles can’t stand it. Our shells will all crack! Besides, we need food. We are starving!”

“He reached out one of his extraordinary long arms, opened the bedroom door, reached down the stairs, opened the kitchen door, reached into the kitchen cupboard, opened the biscuit tin, took out a biscuit, brought it back upstairs, in through the bedroom door and back to Mr Tickle in bed.”

“Never. Never in all the food, all the hamburgers and malts, all the fries or meals at home, never in all the candy or pies or cakes, never in all the roasts or steaks or pizzas, never in all the submarine sandwiches, never never never had he tasted anything as fine as that first bite.”

“On the other side of Blueberry Hill, Little Bear came with his mother to eat blueberries. ‘Little Bear,’ she said, ‘eat lots of berries and grow big and fat. We must store up food for the long, cold winter’. “

“Little Sal brought along her small tin pail and her mother brought her large tin pail to put berries in. ‘We will take our berries home and can them’, said her mother. ‘Then we will have food for the winter’. “

“It was the mud that was killing us one by one—the mud, the lack of shelter, and the lack of food.”

“The next morning, just before breakfast, she shouted, ″It’s something to do with food! People food - not possum food. But I can’t remember what. We’ll just have to try and find it.′ ”

“From that time onwards, Hush was visible. But once a year, on her birthday, she and Grandma Poss ate a Vegemite sandwich, a piece of pavlova and half a lamington, just to make sure that Hush stayed visible forever. And she did.”

“They ate Anzac biscuits in Adelaide, mornay and Minties in Melbourne, steak and salad in Sydney and pumpkin scones in Brisbane. Hush remained invisible.”

“But little by little they had nibbled up most of the nuts and berries, the straw was gone, and the corn was only a memory. It was cold in the wall and no one felt like chatting.”

“Food feeds the belly, thoughts feed the mind, but love is what feeds the heart.”

“You’ll never have to eat another bug as long as you live.”

“We all live in Busytown and we are all workers. We work hard so that there will be enough food and houses and clothing for our families.”

“Farmer Alfalfa grows all kinds of food. He keeps some of it for his family. He sells the rest to Grocer Cat in exchange for money. Grocer Cat will sell the food to other people in Busytown.”

“Then Alfalfa went to Blacksmith Fox’s shop. He had saved enough money to buy a new tractor. The new tractor will make his farm work easier. With it, he will be able to grow more food than he could grow before. He also bought some presents for Mommy and his son, Alfred.”

“I would love to go somewhere else and pick peachy fruits in the early morning from the back of an elefunt.”

“Birds sang and brought them food. They ate. They drank. They swam. They sunbathed. They never had it so good. ‘So, Al, is this so terrible?’ they large bird asked. ‘What a life,’ Al cooed. ‘A guy could live like this forever.‘”

“To market, to market, to buy a plum cake, Home again, home again, market is late; To market, to market, to buy a plum bun, Home again, home again, market is done.”

“I can only stay a week. I’ve arranged it all beautifully, and I shall live here in this loft; Father never dreams of coming here, so it will be quite safe, and you can all bring me food.”

“When food is scarce, he plants some special ‘Rufus beans’ that actually grow... despite his digging them up every day to check on them.”

“I realized how many things the Pigman and his wife must have shared—even the fun of preparing good food. Good food is supposed to produce good conversation, I’ve heard. I guess it’s no wonder my mother and I never had an interesting conversation when all we eat is canned soup, chop suey, and instant coffee”

They’ve still got food stocks in the cellar, enough to last them for a very long time. But the problem is they need to be careful about sharing or appearing to not need food, which only advertises that they have it.

“There’s a responsibility we have toward animals. We use them. We shut them up, keep their natural food and water away from them; that means we have to feed and water them. Take away their freedom away, rope them, harness them, that means we have to supply a different sort of safety for them. Once I’ve put a rope on a horse, or taken away its ability to take care of itself, then I’ve got to take care of it.”

“We made it a law here that every family shall go to a different restaurant every night of the month, around the village square in rotation. In this way no family of Krakatoa has to work more than once every twenty days, and every family is assured a great variety of food.”

“Now, in a moment, all control vanished. The sight of spilt food was too much for the orderly queue. They burst their ranks and sprang upon it, a rabble of wildly hungry children.”

“Mariners have often told me that they consider sea gulls to be good luck and always feed them by throwing garbage overboard. I didn’t have any garbage at that early stage of my trip and couldn’t afford to spare any of my precious food for feeding birds so I had to risk misfortune and let the gulls go hungry.”

″‘He will have a fine place to live, and all he wants to eat,’ the men told Johnny. ‘And you can come visit him whenever you want to.‘”

“Humanity can be roughly divided into three sorts of people- those who find comfort in literature, those who find comfort in personal adornment, and those who find comfort in food; and Miss Heliotrope, Maria, and Wiggins were typical representatives of their own sort of people.”

‘Food,’ they said, ‘is the most important thing in the world. We love eating, and we mean to eat more and more.‘”

″‘I know something that is far more important than knowledge.’ ‘What is that?’ asked Miss Serendip. ‘Food,’ said Dinah.”

″‘Emil, Emil! You know perfectly well I can’t afford to get you another suit.’ And once again he remembers- too late- how she works all day to put food on the table and so he can go to school.”

“He was thinking that perhaps the voyage would be longer than the little girls expected, so that one day the food would run out; and because he was very fat, he was afraid of being eaten.”

“Ameliar-anne seemed to be terribly hungry, for her plate was nearly always empty...”

“It was your own tea you put into the umbrella. I know, because I watched you and you never ate anything at all.”

“I’m glad you saw, ‘cos I didn’t take a bit more’n what I could easy have ate; and the five of them’s got colds in their heads, and when I left them they were all howlin’ somethink awful, and I couldn’t bear to go home and tell them everything and them not have a bite as you might say.”

“And the five little Stigginses sat up in bed with their eyes nearly starting out of their heads, and Mrs. Stiggins sat bump upon a chair, because she said it gave her quite a turn, when Ameliar-anne took the cover off the basket.”

“The kitchen table is covered with food—my favorites, potato salad, lemon meringue pie, pork chops. If everyone wasn’t so sad-faced, I’d swear it was a party. I reach for a cornbread square and my hand passes through it. Weird, but it’s okay. I’m not hungry. I guess I’ll never be hungry again.”