Toast Quotes

“My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

“Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it to regurgitate in verbal form the sins and crimes of their past lives. Toast was a ritual item devoured by fetishists in the belief that it would enhance their kinetic and sexual powers. Toast cannot be explained by any rational means.

Toast is me.

I am toast.”
― Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

“A glass poured to air for the one who sits with us unseen; the patron and protector, the Crooked Warden, the Father of Necessary Pretexts.

Thanks for deep pockets poorly guarded.

Thanks for watchmen asleep at their posts.

Thanks for the city to nurture us and the night to hide us.

Thanks for friends to help us spend the loot.”
― Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

“I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side... "

(Englishman in New York)”
― Sting, Nothing Like the Sun

“To the confusion of our enemies.”
― J. Robert Oppenheimer

“I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table." Macbeth”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
Custards for supper, and an endless host
Of syllabubs and jellies and mincepies,
And other such ladylike luxuries.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems

“Hear, hear.' Sister Martha hoisted her water glass. 'Let the rigid stick of self-righteousness be dislodged from her very uptight ass.'
Father Ramon coughed.
'A-fucking-men,' Loup supplied helpfully.”
― Jacqueline Carey, Santa Olivia

“Friendship is the best kind of ship.”
― Jennifer Lane, Streamline

“Had she been born 500 years sooner, Raphael would have chosen her as a model for his cherubs. Tendrils of bright red hair framed her face, a spray of freckles powdered her nose, and she was as plump as a perfectly ripened peach. Raphael probably would have painted out the freckles, and that would have been a mistake. Like brushing cinnamon off cinnamon toast.”
― E. L. Konigsburg

“Raw toast," Lucas said grimly, shaking his head. "It goes against the very nature of man.”
― Julia Quinn, How to Marry a Marquis

“I got the idea ofLovingfrom a manservant in the Fire Service during the war. He was serving with me in the ranks, and he told me he had once asked the elderly butler who was over him what the old boy most liked in the world. The reply was: ‘Lying in bed on a summer morning, with the window open, listening to the church bells, eating buttered toast with cunty fingers.’ I saw the book in a flash.”
― Henry Green

“Askade took the battertoast, looked at it blearily." I can't rewire it into a death ray without some extra parts, "he said, and took a bite." Hm. Tastes okay. What's the problem?”
― John M. Ford, How Much for Just the Planet?

“The more glucose we deliver to our body, the more often glycation happens. Once a molecule is glycated, it's damaged forever - which is why you can't untoast a piece of bread. The long term consequences of glycated molecules range from wrinkles and cataracts to heart disease and Alzheimer's disease. Since browning is aging and aging is browning, slowing down the browning reaction in your body leads to a longer life.”
― Jessie Inchauspé, Glucose Revolution By Jessie Inchauspe, The Age-Well Plan By Susan Saunders, Tasty & Healthy: F*ck That's Delicious By Iota 3 Books Collection Set

“To the incompetence of our enemies.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“To you,” she said. “For being absolutely unstoppable.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“I am surprised when he turns to me, eyes blazing. It feels as though the room is empty but for us. He lifts his glass anew, mouth curving in to a mockery of a smile. 'And to Jude, who gave me a gift tonight. One that I plan to repay in kind.'

I try not to visibly flinch as glasses lift around me.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“Can I propose a toast to the fragility of life and the weight of mortality?”
― Ryan Gelpke, Peruvian Nights

“Tea & Toast by Stewart Stafford

Let me stop in this lay-by a moment,
That I have tagged - Tea & Toast,
A shimmering oasis frequented often,
A soothing elixir one loves the most.

It's as comforting as a warm bath,
Enjoyed even when wracked with pain,
As welcome as an old friend's smile,
On thundery days of lashing rain.

No matter if the tea is too sweet or burns,
Greasy butter hijacked by sandpaper crumbs,
There shall be no Boston Tea Party here,
Our minuscule parole from routine doldrums.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“What would your last meal be?" I asked suddenly. That was a night when I thought it would be all right if my life ended.
"A really long omikase. Like at least thirty-four courses. I want Yesuda to cook them himself. He puts the soy sauce on with a paintbrush."
"Salmon pastrami from Russ and Daughters. A ton of bagels. Like three bagels."
"In-N-Out double double."
"I'm thinking about a Barolo, something really ripe and dirty, like from the eighties."
"ShackBurger and a milk shake."
"My mom's was veal scallopini and a Diet Coke."
"Nonna's Bolognese----it takes eight hours. She makes the pappardelle by hand."
"A roast chicken---I would eat the entire thing by hand. And I guess a DRC. When else would I taste that kind of Burgundy?"
"Blinis, caviar, and crème fraîche. Done and done. Some impossible Champagne, Krug, or a culty one like the Selosse, drunk out of the bottle."
"Toast," I said, when my turn came. I tried to think of something more glamorous, but toast was the truth. I expected to be mocked. My suburban-ness, my stupidity, my blankness.
"What on top?"
"Um. Peanut butter. The raw kind you get from the health-food stores. I salt it myself.”
― Stephanie Danler, Sweetbitter

“Teddy goes to the kitchen and comes back with a plate of snack toast for her, which is something they used to make when they were younger---toast spread with mayo, topped with crumbled bacon and chopped onion, sprinkled with Lawry's seasoned salt and Swiss cheese and placed under the broiler until it's melted and crispy. It is one of the most delicious things Jane has ever eaten.”
― Jennifer Close, Marrying the Ketchups

“May your days be filled with adventure, your nights with good company and romance, and may you never cease chasing the wonders of enlightenment and knowledge. Cheers!”
― Bradley Lilly, The Bravest: A Fireman's Tale

“Here’s to doing more than surviving. Here’s to loving, dreaming, achieving, wishing, playing, saying no when you needed to, saying yes when you wanted to, and living.

Here’s to you, you incredible human you.”
― Darnell Lamont Walker

“Are ya havin' a Heart Attack, a Stroke - Do Ya Smell Toast”
― Kris Courtney, Florida Retirement Is Murder

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.'

He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin.

Rhys clinked his glass against mine. 'To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“To the Emperor of Eyes! To the Ruler of the Unseen! To the Protector of the Cottage!”
― Pirateaba, The Wandering Inn: Book 7 - The Rains of Liscor

“A toast to his joy, and a moment of silence for the last of his sanity and sleep!”
― inspiration_assaulted, The Bone Man

“For every day I have known her, she has eaten the same breakfast: sourdough toast with butter and whipped honey. She slices the golden brown toasted bread into four small squares and places them on a paper towel she has folded in half. A generous smear of softened butter goes on each piece, as thick as frosting on a cupcake, and each is then topped by a good-size dollop of whipped honey. As a child, I watched her do this hundreds of times, and now, when I'm sick, sourdough toast with butter and honey is like medicine.”
― Sarah Jio, The Violets of March

“There are Good Ships, there Wood Ships, there are Ships that sail the sea. The best Ships are Friendships, and may they always be!”
― Jenn McKinlay, Paris is Always a Good Idea