Why should I trust you? We haven't drunk from the same bowl of soup.
Shakin' like a bowl of soup and make your body loop-de-loop.
I eat the same foods almost every day. I have my favorites like Filipino beef broth, chicken soup with lots and lots of rice.
I do not waste my time writing pot-boilers: the pot must be boiled, and even my pot au feu has some chunks of fresh meat in it. . . . I have no time to boil myself down; and anyhow I could not do so and preserve all the necessary nutriment and the flavoring on which the digestibility depends.
I live on good soup, not on fine words.
He fell like a chicken into the soup.
Conflict is the alchemical soup that transforms raw emotion and instinct into pure gold.
A little spoon for a cup of soup teaches to be patient; and the big one, to be greedy!
The guardian and arbiter of superlative eating, with every meal an unforgettable experience in pleasure, starting with the soup, which he said, 'must be the agent provocateur of a good dinner. '
Sackcloth and kelp soup are not required, but the Buddhist reminder of the need to live lightly on the earth is a helpful guide to the daily habits and needs of us all.
Why should the Marquis de Cussy wage war on soup? I cannot understand a dinner without it. I hold soup to be the well beloved of the stomach.
There ain't no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by it.
Gravitas is the soup bone in the stew of television news.
There must be a way to get more of these in me faster, thought the inventor of pea soup as he sat eating peas.
As for real chicken soup, I have it once or twice a week.
Secrets are kept from children, a lid on top of the soup kettle, so they do not boil over with too much truth.
The best way to know what's in the soup, is to boil yourself in it.
Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.
I hated the soup and felt little for the can.
I'm now painting with all the elan of a Marseillais eating soup, which won't surprise you when I tell you I'm painting large sunflowers. The idea? To decorate the studio, now there's hope of Gauguin living here. I aim at a dozen panels of sunflowers in the room I've set aside for Gauguin.