My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.
My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.
If religion is the opiate of the people, tradition is an even more sinister analgesic, simply because it rarely appears sinister. If religion is a tight band, a throbbing vein, and a needle, tradition is a far homelier concoction: poppy seeds ground into tea; a sweet cocoa drink laced with cocaine; the kind of thing your grandmother might have made.
Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen.
And indeed there will be time for the yellow smoke that slides along the street rubbing its back upon the window-panes; there will be time , there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and create, and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate; time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and revisions, before the taking of toast and tea.
Sister Mary was a nurse and nurses, whatever their creed, are primarily nurses, which had a lot to do with wearing your watch upside down, keeping calm in emergencies, and dying for a cup of tea.
I just love family meetings. Very cozy, with the Christmas garlands round the fireplace and a nice pot of tea and a detective from Scotland Yard ready to arrest you.
Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she'd also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.
The next morning he boarded the train for the six-hour journey south that would bring him to the strange gothic spires and arches of St. Pancras Station. His mother gave him a small walnut cake that she had made for the journey and a thermos filled with tea; and Richard Mayhew went to London feeling like hell.
Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.
When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again.
This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that's gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.
It was forunate that tea was at hand, to produce a lull and provide refreshment...
The old with the old, the young with the young, the hostess by the tea table, on which there were exactly the same cakes in a silver basket as the Panins had at their soiree - everything was exactly the same as with everyone else.
Welcome to finishing school, Gemma. Learn to embroider, serve tea, curtsy. Oh, and by the way, you might be demolished in the night by a hideous winged creature from the roof.
We tried so hard. We were always trying to help each other. But not because we were helpless. He needed to get things for me, just as I needed to get things for him. It gave us purpose. Sometimes I would ask him for something that I did not even want, just to let him get it for me. We spent our days trying to help each other help each other. I would get his slippers. He would make my tea. I would turn up the heat so he could turn up the air conditioner so I could turn up the heat.
I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.
I want peace; yes, I'd sell the whole world for a farthing, straight off, so long as I was left in peace. Is the world to go to pot, or am I to go without my tea? I say that the world may go to pot for me so long as I always get my tea. Did you know that, or not? Well, anyway, I know that I am a blackguard, a scoundrel, an egoist, a sluggard.
Hae you got everything you need in the shape of-of tea?
I can give you a cup of tea in no time-and you won't meet any bores.
The order never varies. Two slices of bread-and-butter each, and China tea. What a hide-bound couple we must seem, clinging to custom because we did so in England. Here, on this clean balcony, white and impersonal with centuries of sun, I think of half-past-four at Manderley, and the table drawn before the library fire. The door flung open, punctual to the minute, and the performance, never-varying, of the laying of the tea, the silver tray, the kettle, the snowy cloth.
I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.
And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. this relationship will probably lead to nothing... this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea...
There was a teapot, in which Mma Ramotswe -- the only lady private detective in Botwana -- brewed tea. And three mugs -- one for herself, one for her secretary, and one for the client. What else does a detective agency really need?
She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, hated at tea parties, feared in shops, and loved at crises.
As long as there is a perception that higher prices are in the tea leaves, that's a problem certainly for policy makers. And I think that's why the Federal Reserve seems hellbent on raising rates.
It's not his physical gait that is transforming, ... It's the having one hand. It's being one-handed. I find that much more constricting than walking with a limp. Actually walking with a limp is not that troubling. But to be one-handed, to drink a cup of tea and put two sugars in, and open a door and answer a telephone -- it all becomes incredibly time-consuming. Every scene, for me, is about, where am I going to park the cane When I pick up this, where am I going to put the cane That's a physical constraint. But, you know, you adapt incredibly quickly. Human beings do. We're very quick.
Part of why the Tea Party so deeply threatened the elite media is the tea party looked around and suddenly realized, there are more of us than there are of them.
I think the Tea Party movement is great. I think anybody who has been frustrated over the last few years with the Republicans and Democrats, when they were trying to grow government and have spending and we weren't focusing on creating jobs and get our private sector growing again, I think that's when people started to wake up.
You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me
Peter, put up the sunshine;
Patti, arrange the stars;
Tell Luna, tea is waiting,
And call your brother Mars!
The slavery of the tea and coffee and other slop-kettle.
Defamation is becoming a necessity of life inasmuch as a dish of tea in the morning or evening cannot be digested without this stimulant
It's good that we have a 150-plus advantage. We would work on it and make it into a bigger total. We will see how the situation is by tea.
Tea and cake or death...students with beards 'tea and cake or death, tea and cake or death...little red cookbook, little red cookbook.'
She then went to the house of a friend for an afternoon tea, where she said she wasn't feeling well and collapsed. She was immediately taken to Keller Army Community Hospital (in West Point), and then, transferred ... to Westchester Medical Center.
There is a perception that he's trying to take advantage - and he is. But this is not a social tea, this is hardball politics, this is a bare-knuckle brawl in the real world. You do what you have to within the bounds of the law.
This Indonesia thing is a storm in a tea cup. I don't see any chance of this developing into a 1997 crisis. Asia's made too much progress.
When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that's when I think life is over.
I'm confident this is something the neighborhood can get behind. Cal Anderson Park is in the heart of the neighborhood. The cart will be a positive experience for workers and customers. The tea cart can help a few homeless people get closer to a full-time job, and it can help bring together a lot of different groups in the community.
Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
As the innocent infant relies upon the mother for sustenance, so the innocent wanderer, following his native compassion and bliss, relies upon the natural intelligence of life to sustain him. There are various Ways. There is the Way of salvation by the law of Buddha, the Way of Confucius governing the Way of learning, the Way of healing as a doctor, as a poet teaching the Way of Waka, tea, archery, and many arts and skills. Each man practices as he feels inclined.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
The point of entry for the Starbucks experience has been much more a social experience (in China) rather than competition between coffee and tea,
You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.
There was this big skiffle craze happening for a while in England... Everybody was in a skiffle group... All you needed was an acoustic Guitar, a washboard with thimbles for percussion, and a tea-chest- you know, the ones they used to ship tea from India- and you just put a broom handle on it and a bit of string, and you had a bass... you only needed two chords Jing-jinga-jing jing-jinga-jing jing-jinga-jing jing-jinga-jing. And I think that's basically where i've always been at. I'm just a skiffler, you know. Now I do posh skiffle,that's all it is.
A glass of whisky in Scotland in the thirties cost less than a cup of tea.
Does anybody think these people were just sitting around drinking tea?
The allegations were all baseless, without merit, highly suspect and I am very surprised that the TEA even bothered to get involved in making a judgement call in areas that were governed by our own board operating procedures.
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.
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