There were yogurt-colored clouds that afternoon, and I was there, blotting out your sun with a spoon.

I loved her like I needed her. I soaked her up like a soup bowl made of bread. I’m hungry for her even as I write this now. Somebody get me a spoon!

After a good run, my legs feel like Jell-O. Somebody get me a spoon and stick a fork in me.

Mr. Williquosi, I didn’t mean to stab you in your gums with your fork. I was merely trying to spoon-feed you information.

Hungry and thirsty? Soup solves both problems at once. My love for you is starved and dehydrated, and all I need is one spoon.

I eat cereal with a hammer, because I operate with a government-level efficiency. Let’s build a smarter tomorrow—with a spoon.

The shovel is bigger than the spoon, but it can never ever do the work the spoon does. They both look similar; they both have different sizes but one more thing not to forget is...

My love for you would blot out the sun like a cloud made out of yogurt. I hope you brought a spoon.

Everything I learned in school, mixed together with water and chicken broth, isn’t worth the soup served at a soup kitchen. I was a bring-my-own-spoon kind of student.

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There should be a soup spoon on the end of fire truck ladders, because fires do nothing if they don’t warm up leftovers.

I skimmed the pond scum with a spoon like broth in a soup bowl. Why does everything have to remind me of her?

You were never born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Don’t think that way. You were born with a diamond spoon in your palm. Carry it by your own hand. Now, feed yourself

An upside down umbrella is a soup bowl. The next time it’s raining dinner, I’ll be there, and I’ll bring an extra spoon for you.

I like to spoon after I fork.

My name is Yogurt Vonnegut, and I write with a spoon.

Love, like hefty leftover stew, could be eaten with a spoon—or with some homeless guy I just met. I would offer you some, but we haven’t met yet. And whose fault is that? Oh yeah—yours.

She asked if I wanted to spoon with her, and I told her I didn’t want to stir things up.

As much as I would love to know what you know, I’d much rather eat your brain with a spoon.

I don’t eat applesauce, but I do eat applause. I don’t use a spoon—I eat applause with my hands.

You don’t become satisfied because you have a golden spoon in your palm; you become satisfied when it begins to feed you… Use it!

I am an eater of water. I mean drinker. My love comes in a package that includes a straw/spoon.

I melted in my defeat like Victory Ice Cream. I brought along an extra spoon for you, because I’m a sharing kind of guy.

Face to face marketing is like trying to dig a grave with a spoon. Kill it faster with a shovel.

When you are fed with the spoon of betrayal, you can choose to spit it out and live or swallow it and die

Gag me with a spoon!

When I’m feeling down, I make myself a big bowl of Up Soup. The bowl only looks empty, but in reality it’s full of hope. Grab a spoon, there’s plenty for both of us.

I always carry a spoon in my pocket. You know, just in case it rains.

Corporate rule number 7; survival of the fittest spoon. Those who follow reach nowhere.

I drink coffee with a spoon, and I eat soup with a straw. The clang of metal on an empty mug wakes me up to the moment and reminds me to love.