Cups Quotes - Page 9

we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.

We'll have more football later. Meanwhile, here are the highlights from the Scottish Cup final.

Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour

However, one cannot put a quart in a pint cup.

Oh come on Pam, they're funny. They're like humans but miniature...tea cup humans!

There must be something wrong with those people who think Audrey Hepburn doesn’t perspire, hiccup or sneeze, because they know that’s not true. I n fact, I hiccup more than most.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.

Our consciousness, our ideas, our frame of reference and our belief system determine whether we go to the river of life with a teaspoon, a cup, a bucket or a barrel.

I want to go to the World Cup. I want to go to the Masters. I want to go... anywhere.

The cup of joy is heaviest when empty.

All the sugar was in the bottom of the cup.

I hope some day to make you all a cup of coffee. Alright, peace.

This is the first time Denmark has ever reached the World Cup finals, so this is the most significant moment in Danish history.

When the cup of any sensual pleasure is drained to the bottom, there is always poison in the dregs.

What pitching is in a short series in baseball, goaltending is in the Stanley Cup playoffs.

When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?

Being an ex-England manager, one that failed to qualify for the World Cup, is like being a dead politician.

Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.

I always wanted to host a show, throw whipped-cream pies. Theater is not my cup of tea.

If you show up in L.A. with your shirt inside out or socks mismatched, people start putting change in your cup.

My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.

The mysteries that cups of flowers infold And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold.

Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.

Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.