Soup Quotes

Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.

I'm sick of Soup Of The Day, man. It's time we make a decision. I need to know what Soup From Now On is.

This soup tastes like windows

Even with my wife, I find sharing soup is hard.

It was a big story and yesterday's soup. Who cares?

Soup is never eaten as hot as it is cooked.

I'm not the kind of woman who would love to make soup or knit sweaters. I never cherished that so much.

I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.

I'm very happy when I can find somewhere with some very good matzo ball soup, tasting exactly the same as the one my mother used to do for me.

To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.

Women are like canoes, full of soup. At first everyone is suspicious but then everyone wants one.

Warmed-over loves and soups are generally not recommended.

I know you shouldn't spit in your own soup but I think most crime writing is like TV and doesn't make enormous demands on one's intellect.

Jay [Duplass] and I normally just sit around and people watch, and we talk about things that are happening in our lives, or with people that we've met. That's the soup from which our movies usually come from.

Soup is probably a way associated with screwing you outside of a meal.

I think of New York as a puree and the rest of the United States as vegetable soup.

Slotted spoons don't hold much soup.

When you have a good stock, you can make a good soup.

I said to the waitress, "There's a fly swimming in my soup." She said: "You've got too much soup - he should only be able to paddle."

A clean tie attracts the soup of the day.

Real soup is to the body what peace is to the soul.

What is the soup kitchen?

There's an old Sysan saying that the soup of life is salty enough without adding tears to it.

But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.

There are persons who always find a hair in their plate of soup for the simple reason that, when they sit down before it, they shake their heads until one falls in.

The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being.

There has long been a bemoaning of the lack of opportunity to make films that are anything but explosions or the ladling on the pea soup or whatever you want to call it. You can hardly make a movie today where somebody isn't a murderer or a rapist or, if it's a "Fried Green Tomatoes" that isn't some wistful thing on this, that or the other thing.

One wit, like a knuckle of ham in soup, gives a zest and flavour to the dish, but more than one serves only to spoil the pottage.

Subatomic particles exist in all possible states until they are observed - at which point something definite emerges from the soup of possibilities.

We are bits of energy floating about in various guises, and when we die we rejoin the big cosmic soup of the universe.

The soup, thin and dark and utterly savorless, tasted as if it had been drained out of the umbrella stand.

If any one element of French cooking can be called important, basic and essential, that element is soup.

Food probably has a very great influence on the condition of men. Wine exercises a more visible influence, food does it more slowly but perhaps just as surely. Who knows if a well-prepared soup was not responsible for the pneumatic pump or a poor one for a war?

You can't write something actively trying to please everyone - you're going to end up with watery soup that way. You just have to write stories you would want to read and hope that people like them.

Obviously any fiction is going to be a combination of what is invented, what is overheard, what is experienced, what is experienced by people close to you, what you are told, what you have read, all mixed together into this kind of soup which, like any good soup, at the end you cannot really distinguish the ingredients.

I always think if you have to cook once, it should feed you twice. If you're going to make a big chicken and vegetable soup for lunch on Monday, you stick it in the refrigerator and it's also for Wednesday's dinner.

No one knows what the nongenetic causes of individuality are. Perhaps people are shaped by modifications of genes that take place after conception, or by haphazard fluctuations in the chemical soup in the womb or the wiring up of the brain or the expression of the genes themselves.

Chance plays a powerful role in every life - our brains and personalities are just chemical soup, after all; a few drops here or there matter enormously - but consequences often become more serious as income levels go down.

Rats They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles. Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.

Tibby cried into her soup when it finally came. "I'm scared... ," she told it. The carrots and peas made no reply, but she felt better for having told them.

Jamie Oliver's lunch is soup, half a papaya with lime, ciabatta with mozzarella and prosciutto. The dear boy is not sharing the same planet as the rest of us. Is this lunacy supposed to be a practical suggestion for a harassed housewife trying to drag her children off to school?

Gravitas is the soup bone in the stew of television news.

I've sat looking down into a volcano that could blow at any moment; I've helped catch a shark and several rattlesnakes; I let a tarantula walk across my hand, and I ate rat soup.

There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?

I was about five years old when I was eating soup in our kitchen, and as I was lifting the spoon towards my mouth, it bent and broke in half.

I eat fish and love bacon. Plus, I don't mind if soups are made with chicken or beef stock, I just don't like eating big pieces of meat.

I eat the same foods almost every day. I have my favorites like Filipino beef broth, chicken soup with lots and lots of rice.

Some of us seem to be born with a drive to try to make the world kinder. In my twenties, living in New York City, I worked in a soup kitchen every Sunday for many years, just trying to do my part. Then I read Animal Liberation and learned about factory farming and the killing of animals for oven cleaner and realized nobody needed my help as badly as the animals did.

Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!

Furthermore, they were constantly informed by all the camp authorities that they had been abandoned by the world: they were beggars and lucky to receive the daily soup of starvation.