Soup Quotes - Page 3

A page of my journal is like a cake of portable soup. A little may be diffused into a considerable portion.

And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money...and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a Big Brother or Sister...You want to do well, but if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough.

Tomorrow, I'm going to a soup kitchen in Mobile. I think that will symbolize the insensitivity of this administration to human needs.

Jay [Duplass] and I normally just sit around and people watch, and we talk about things that are happening in our lives, or with people that we've met. That's the soup from which our movies usually come from.

Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful soup!

There is nothing like soup. It is by nature eccentric: no two are ever alike, unless of course you get your soup in a can.

Many of the delicious soups you eat in French homes and little restaurants are made just this way, with a leek-and-potato base to which leftover vegetables or sauces and a few fresh items are added.

There was a Young Lady of Poole, Whose soup was excessively cool; So she put it to boil, by the aid of some oil, That ingenious Young Lady of Poole.

The day has the color and the sound of winter. Thoughts turn to chowder...chowder breathes reassurance. It steams consolation.

Gravitas is the soup bone in the stew of television news.

Good intentions are not enough. They've never put an onion in the soup yet.

Furthermore, they were constantly informed by all the camp authorities that they had been abandoned by the world: they were beggars and lucky to receive the daily soup of starvation.

Whoever tells a lie is not pure of heart, and such a person can not cook a clean soup.

Soup is to the meal, what the hostesses smile of welcome is to the party. A prelude to the goodness to come.

Science has revealed a universe that is vast, ancient, violent, strange, and beautiful, a universe of almost infinite variety and possibility one in which time can end in a black hole, and conscious beings can evolve from a soup of minerals.

Whenever I sit with a bowl of soup before me, listening to the murmur that penetrates like the distant song of an insect, lost in contemplation of the flavours to come, I feel as if I were being drawn into a trance.

There is no right reaction. There is only your reaction.

I did my famous cabbage soup diet, so I was able to do it.

Making war or rebellion is messy, like eating soup off a knife.

You can't deny that religion has done some good. It organizes lots of anti-poverty programs and soup kitchens and missionary work. But I would say that, first of all, all those things can be accomplished without religion. You can be ethical, somebody who does the right thing without feeling that he has to in order to get his ass saved in the next life.

We are bits of energy floating about in various guises, and when we die we rejoin the big cosmic soup of the universe.

Bad news should be followed with soup. Then a nap.

I wanted to paint nothing. I was looking for something that was the essence of nothing, and the soup can was it.

I'm not the kind of woman who would love to make soup or knit sweaters. I never cherished that so much.

When I was having that alphabet soup, I never thought that it would pay off.