Onions Quotes
He describes it as a large apartment, with a red brick floor and a capacious chimney; the ceiling garnished with hams, sides of bacon, and ropes of onions.
Like the layers of an onion, under the first lie is another, and under that another, and they all make you cry.
When a couple of young people strongly devoted to each other commence to eat onions, it is safe to pronounce them engaged.
Anything more low, obscene, feculent, the manifold heaving's of history have not cast up. We shall come to the worship of onions, cats and things vermiculite.
If you like comedy, go home and curl up with Leviticus. The writers of The Onion are handed Leviticus on their first day.
Titchy little snapperwhippers like you should not be higgling around with an old sage and onions who is hundreds of years more than you.
People magazine with a bag of sour cream and onion chips always makes be feel a bit trashy. But good trashy.
Cigars should be like onions," she said, unfastening the catch and pushing back the pane. "Either the whole company does, or the whole company does not.
I never felt ostracized or made to feel strange by obsessing over The Onion or Calvin and Hobbes. That was considered completely normal.
Indeed, you become what you eat. In which case I am an onion. Layered, slightly sour and guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes.
Why onions? Because they're cheap, last a long time, can be lit any number of ways and force me to think about what happens when the form turns away from the light.
Vimes stalked gloomily through the crowded streets, feeling like the only pickled onion in a fruit salad.
A good hamburger mix: add equal parts black pepper, granulated garlic, grilled onion, onion powder and some chopped onion. And mix in a little barbecue sauce, which will add even more great flavor.
It's hard to imagine a civilization without onions; in one form or another their flavor blends into almost everything in the meal except the desert.
Truth has as many coats as an onion ... and each one of them hollow when you peel it off.
I think sometimes that people are like onions. On the outside smooth and whole and simple but inside ring upon ring, complex and deep.
You cannot escape where you come from, September. Some part of it remains inside you always, like the slender white heart in the center of the thickest onion.
The beauty of doing a series is that, over the course of time, it's like peeling an onion. You're able to reveal these layers, more and more. You just don't want to reveal too much, too soon.
The perfect breakfast is fish with grits and scrambled eggs with onions. I'm getting hungry thinking about that.
The magic word for me is pumpernickel. I love pumpernickel. I must have some Russian blood in me because I could just eat pumpernickel and raw onions.
I don't like the grilled onions for some reason. I like regular, crispy, stinky onions.
The world is made out of Nutella. You just need to stick your tongue out, so that you could really taste it.
After all these years, all I know is, I need not to do anything as a part of remorse.All I need is to write.Because, 'Poetry forgives.
For one more time, he decided to give away smoking.And then, she happened one more time in his head.
He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish.She came with tears in her eyes. He held her hand and said with a smile, " I wish I died daily", And then a flat line.
Is there a particular way of looking at your love?” she asked.…..Yes… The way you look at me.
Until I knew that it was you inside me, who has so much to say, I hesitated writing.
You are so adorable. You can never be bad. Everyone has a hysterical part in himself, and I may be that part you. I’m just a lunatic. Maybe, a demon. And you.You’re the world.
His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.
In the room full of individuals for whom I hold feelings of resentment about, Who might be the first I would converse with, when I am about to bite the dust?