My toothpaste tastes like baloney, so I brush my teeth with wheat bread. Guess what flavor my love is, and what kind of mechanical apparatus I use to make it.

Men are my bread and butter. It’s what I live for! I have no shame about that.

What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course.

People who eat white bread have no dreams.

I like bread, and I like butter – but I like bread with butter best.

There is more food in a pennyworth of bread than in a gallon of ale.

You might be offered oatcakes as well as bread (especially in the north). If these do not tempt you, consider eating “horse-bread.” This is made from a sort of flour of ground peas, bran, and beans–if contemporaries look at you strangely, it is because it is not meant for human consumption.

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.

Three scents accompany my memories of this place: cut wood, poppy-seed bread, and the soft, crisp smell of snow.

Bread cannot feed the addicts of beauty.

In the history of art there are periods when bread seems so beautiful that it nearly gets into museums.

Don’t feed your body and keep your spirit starving. Butter bread for your body and living bread for your spirit. Read the Bible every day and keep your spirit away from hunger.

Bad business should be done without guilt if it is a source of income.

I had a dream about you. You were hungry, so I made you a binocular sandwich, which is peeping power between two slices of bread. You were a hungry pervert, so I thought it perfect.

Yeast is to flour as action is to ambition. Rising to success requires adding and alternating starters.

Why we are hanging around with inequality concept every day, it is like comparing water with the bread.

My mother is my friendWho shares with me her breadAll my hopelessness cured!Her company makes me secured!

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse – and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

Good bread is the most fundamentally satisfying of all foods; and good bread with fresh butter, the greatest of feasts.

Talk of joy: there may be things better than beef stew and baked potatoes and home-made bread – there may be.

You believe stealing is wrong, but if your family was starving and could not afford bread, wouldn’t you say it’s okay to steal a loaf to feed them?

The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight…[Breadmaking is] one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world’s sweetest smells… there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise,...

In a lot of ways I am like a duck. I love the water; I have large, web-like feet; and I could never kill a man, unless that man tasted like soggy bread and I decided to eat him.

If you run out of dough, all you knead is love.

Christ knew that by bread alone you cannot reanimate man. If there were no spiritual life, no ideal of Beauty, man would pine away, die, go mad, kill himself or give himself to pagan fantasies. And as Christ, the ideal of Beauty in Himself and his Word, he decided it was better to implant the...

Man lives for science as well as bread.

If bread – the staff of life – feeds the body; stories nourish the soul.

Perhaps this war will make it simpler for us to go back to some of the old ways we knew before we came over to this land and made the Big Money. Perhaps, even, we will remember how to make good bread again.It does not cost much. It is pleasant: one of those almost hypnotic...

Your bread assumes the shape of the pan you use to bake your flour. Therefore stand still and know that you can’t use a rounded pan and ever get squared bread. Change the pan and change the shape of the bread!

How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like kleenex?

I have bread, water, and love—what more can a man ask for? How about pasta, wine, and sex.

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in. A minute to smile and an hour to weep in. A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double. And that is life. A crust and a corner that makes love precious, With a smile to...

I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread

All sorrows are less with bread.

You can’t just leave out one part; the bread won’t rise if the yeast isn’t there.

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.

I had a dream about you. I walked by and you whistled like I was a piece of meat. And I was a piece of meat—I was a thin slice of ham. You were two pieces of bread, so we made love like most mothers make lunch for their kids. That sounded dirtier than it...

Someone once told me that religion is like a knife: You can stab someone with it, or you can slice bread with it.

I judge a restaurant by the bread and by the coffee.

Bread – like real love – took time, cultivation, strong loving hands and patience. It lived, rising and growing to fruition only under the most perfect circumstances.

Your flour is your dream and your bread is your fulfillment. The environment in which your flour is baked can influence the shape of your bread… Just take it as simple as that!

For it is we who must pray for our daily bread, and if He grants it to us, it is only through our labour, our skill and preparation.

Unreturned love is like trying to make a sandwich with one slice of bread. Don’t stress—fold it in half and love yourself.

Eaters of Wonder BreadMust be underbred.So little to eat.Where’s the wheat?

For most of us a job is bread and butter and for most of others its just bread and butter.

If they can make penicillin out of mouldy bread, they can sure make something out of you.

People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned.

For one country is different from another; its earth is different, as are its stones, wines, bread, meat, and everything that grows and thrives in a specific region.

I like reality. It tastes like bread.

I could live on challah bread, the Jewish kosher bread, quite happily.