What a piece of bread looks like depends on whether you are hungry or not.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
Children never lie. . . I remember my daughter standing in her crib the first time I gave her caviar. I put it on bread. She ate it and said, "Encore, Papa. "
Nico started to crawl away, groaning. Percy wanted him to move faster and groan less. He considered throwing his wonder bread at him.
I am proud to be an American. Because an American can eat anything on the face of this earth as long as he has two pieces of bread.
Mary, give me your Heart: so beautiful, so pure, so immaculate; your Heart so full of love and humility that I may be able to receive Jesus in the Bread of Life and love Him as you love Him and serve Him in the distressing guise of the poor.
A philosopher is a person who doesn't care which side his bread is buttered on; he knows he eats both sides anyway.
Work is a search for daily meaning as well as for daily bread.
The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.
To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.
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.
If you let that sort of thing go on, your bread and butter will be cut right out from under your feet.
Though my father was poor and had nothing, the Torah, the poetry of prophets, was his daily bread.
I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.
Do behold the king in his glory, King Sequoia. Behold! Behold! seems all I can say. . . . Well may I fast, not from bread but from business, bookmaking, duty doing & other trifles. . . . I’m in the woods woods woods, & they are in mee-ee-ee. . . . I wish I were wilder & so bless Sequoia I will be.
The best poet is the man who delivers our daily bread: the local baker.
Limits the Romans' anxieties to two things - bread and games.
Bread takes the effort of kneading but also requires sitting quietly while the dough rises with a power all its own.
He fed his spirit with the bread of books