Morning Bakery Quotes & Sayings

Muffin cups in my bakery were real sorcerer's apprentice material, like the dough for the cinnamon rolls every morning could have stood in for The Blob. — Robin McKinley

Most people never ask where the road goes if the road is very beautiful! This is an ignorance because the 'endings' may never carry the beauties of the beginnings! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

When I was 16 and arrived in France, I discovered chocolate mousse. I was crazy about the bread, too. Every morning, I'd go to the bakery and get a fresh croissant. It made me feel very sophisticated. — Jerry Hall

The gooseneck," Badim adds, with a quick smile at Freya. "It connects the boom to the mast, but it isn't very robust. — Kim Stanley Robinson

My darlings, if I can't write dark, epic music, I can't live! — Amy Lee

I'm not very into pastas or heavy foods like meat, but pastries, especially if they come from a really nice French bakery, I go crazy over! I try to allow myself those little treats in the morning for breakfast, then I have a lighter lunch. — Barbara Fialho

I was terrible at school. — Kristin Scott Thomas

My god, Portland was fucking weird sometimes. — Karina Halle

unopened. When her son stands in the night outside her house, she goes to bed early. In the morning, she looks at his photograph, writes adoring letters to a long-defunct address. A spinster sees the face of the young man who loved her in the mirror of her bedroom, on the ceiling of the bakery, on the surface of the lake, in the sky. The — Alan Lightman

There is a price to pay for most of our actions. For every action, there is a reaction. — Giancarlo Esposito

We would wake and have smoothies every morning with fresh whole-grain bread from the small bakery in town, then run and climb and take walks together, and catch up on e-mail in the evening before we went to bed and talk about food and music and life and death and meaning and love. We fell asleep to the rushing of the stream and the cool spring breeze wafting through the window. — Scott Jurek

Even in the weak morning light trickling through the bakery's window, Wylan could see how weary Colm looked. "I made some big mistakes."
Wylan drew a line on the floor with his finger. "You gave him someone to run to. No matter what he did or what went wrong. I think that's bigger than the big mistakes."
"See now? That's why he likes you. I know, I know - it's none of my business, and I have no idea if he'd be good for you. Probably bring you ten kinds of headache. But I think you'd be good for him."
Wylan's face heated. He knew how much Colm loved Jesper, had seen it in every gesture he'd made. It meant something that he thought Wylan was good enough for his son. — Leigh Bardugo

As a kid, I'd get up at 3 in the morning during school vacations to help my father on his bakery-truck route. He didn't get a vacation from that schedule. — Irv Kupcinet

She clucked her tongue at Sergei. "Father, you could have killed me."
"You know I would never do that. If I did, who would fetch my bread from the bakery every morning? — Evelyn Skye

A dismal omen: ... this morning a woman handed me a dollar bill that was translucent from age, as soft and warm as living tissue. — Kathleen Maher

When we left it, the city was still smoldering. Otherwise it was a perfect spring morning. White hyacinths gasped in the embassy lawn. The sky was September-blue and the pigeons went on pecking at bits of bread scattered by the bombed bakery. Broken baguettes. Crushed croissants. Gutted cars. A carousel spinning its blackened horses. He said the shadow of missiles growing larger on the sidewalk looked like god playing an air piano above us. — Ocean Vuong