"The "art of tea" is a spiritual force for us to share. "
My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.
The first sip [of tea] is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.
I expect that you must receive top marks at school, young lady. " Madeleine smiled as she stirred her tea. "There are always rewards for those who state the obvious frequently and with conviction.
My occupation doesn't really allow for routines, but I'm pretty consistent about tea in the morning.
Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.
Many estates are spent in the getting, since women for tea forsake spinning and knitting, and men for punch forsake hewing and splitting.
I get a thick book full of death, destruction, strife, and chaos. That's what I take with my morning tea.
I also point out that the Democrat senator from Maryland, called the Tea Party, teabaggers.
This is an election where there is a tea seller from the Opposition, and to defeat him, everyone has come together. They say Modi should not come. This is because those who looted the nation know that after 16th May what is going to happen.
Sipping a cup of tea, going for a morning walk, doing your work - all these small activities make up your living. And each part, each moment of living, is meaningful. You just have to be there; otherwise, who is going to experience the meaning? People go on drinking tea, but they never are there; their minds are wandering all over the world.
All you're supposed to do is every once in a while give the boys a little tea and sympathy.
I'm not everybody's cup of tea. But sometimes criticism can be hurtful. Be respectful. I'm a good piano player, I can sing well, I write good songs. If you don't like it, fair enough. But give me a break.
One day I decided to try to have a complete day without tea. I was quite shaken. I was quite disturbed.
In many respects, I guess I would say I was into Tea Party before there was a Tea Party.
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.
He put the coffee in the cup. He put the milk in the cup of coffee. He put the sugar in the white coffee, with the tea-spoon he stirred. He drank the white coffee and he put the cup down. Without speaking to me.
I would look at the first chapter of any new novel as a final test of its merits. If there was a murdered man under the sofa in the first chapter, I read the story. If there was no murdered man under the sofa in the first chapter, I dismissed the story as tea-table twaddle, which it often really was.
I made these Sierra trips, carrying only a sackful of bread with a little tea and sugar, and was thus independent and free.
Here thou, great Anna! Whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.
