O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees
Homogeneity is much to be admired - in milk, for instance - but not for parties.
I like to be able to get up and go and buy a pint of milk without bumping into 20 people I know.
I remember as a kid being cold a lot, and hungry sometimes. Wed go to bed with just cornbread and milk, and I remember wearing shoes with holes in the bottom. I remember having twine for shoestrings.
When I look at birds and animals, their survival is without rules, without conditions, without organization. But mothers take good care of their offspring. That's nature. In human beings also, parents - particularly mothers - and children have a special bond. Mother's milk is a sign of this affection. We are created that way. The child's survival is entirely dependent on someone else's affection. So, basically, each individual's survival or future depends on society. We need these human values.
Mother's milk leads to everything.
I won't eat any cereal that doesn't turn the milk purple.
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
A dangerous fire retardant chemical is being found in women's breast milk. My wife's breastfeeding, but you know, you gotta be an optimist. I'm like, well, maybe it's making my child fireproof.
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.
I am going to learn to make bread tomorrow. So if you may imagine me with my sleeves rolled up, mixing flour, milk, saleratus, etc. , with a deal of grace. I advise you if you dont know how to make the staff of life to learn with dispatch.
All world was one, one windy nothing, My world was christened in a stream of milk.
A creature that never cries over spilt milk: a cat.
I prefer milk because I am a Prohibitionist, but I do not go to it for inspiration.
A publisher who writes is like a cow in a milk bar.
Keep a cow, and the milk won't have to be watered but once.
Who were my mentors in poetry and literature? This is a matter of opinion. Some see in my books the influences of authors whose names, in my ignorance, I have not even heard, while others see the influences of poets whose names I have heard but whose writings I have not read. And what is my opinion? From whom did I receive nurture? Not every man remembers the name of the cow which supplied him with each drop of milk he has drunk.
The shelf life of the average trade book is somewhere between milk and yogurt.
You can only milk a cow so long, then you're left holding the pail.
The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone, from nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one.