But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.

Presently, out from the wrappings came a teapot, which caused her to clasp her hands with delight, for it was made in the likeness of a plump little Chinaman … Two pretty cups with covers,...

Honestly, if you’re given the choice between Armageddon or tea, you don’t say ‘what kind of tea?

The passion of steeped leaves and stewed broth is a philter that triumphs in our veins. It is our heritage, it is our religion, it is the glory of our being. It is our honour...

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones — the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

Not tea but blood!

So the small things came into their own: small acts of helping others, if one could; small ways of making one’s own life better: acts of love, acts of tea, acts of laughter. Clever people...

I always wanted to host a show, throw whipped-cream pies. Theater is not my cup of tea.

The waitress brought a fresh pot of tea, and Marty refilled his father’s cup and poured a cup for Samantha. Henry in turn filled Marty’s. It was a tradition Henry cherished—never filling your own cup,...

I can just imagine myself sitting down at the head of the table and pouring out the tea,” said Anne, shutting her eyes ecstatically. “And asking Diana if she takes sugar! I know she doesn’t...

When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed...

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely.

…Tea. There is nothing saner than tea, he thought. … Tea was the great leveler. It brought calm, quiet, contentment, warmth. And it was something to do. …..Tea– so normal, so mundane, so hot……The heat...

My flat’s about half a mile away, and you know what I’d like most of all in the world? I’d like a cup of tea. Come on, let’s go and put the kettle on.

For me starting the day without a pot of tea would be a day forever out of kilter.

Two things consistently bring me pleasure: hot sweet tea and writing. Which is not to say that either are particularly good for me…I use entirely too much sugar and so far don’t find sucralose to...

There is no problem on earth that can’t be ameliorated by a hot bath and a cup of tea.

The idea of seeing everybody clad the same is not really my cup of tea.

Thank the heavens for tea. How did people ever come together without it?

In 2010, the BBC spent nearly £230,000 on tea, but only £2000 on biscuits.

When I am at my work each dayIn the fields so fresh and greenI often think of riches and the way things might have beenBut believe me when I tell you when I get home...

The leaves that remain are only a very small part of the tea. The tea that goes into me is a much bigger part of the tea. It is the richest part.We are the same;...

At Christmas, tea is compulsory. Relatives are optional.

There are few nicer things than sitting up in bed, drinking strong tea, and reading.

I was fairly solitary. I didn’t like structured learning. People didn’t seem to be my cup of tea.

Nowhere is the English genius of domesticity more notably evident than in the festival of afternoon tea. The […] chink of cups and the saucers tunes the mind to happy repose.

A traditional Englishman drinks tea to the point where his blood has long-since been replaced with an infusion of Ceylon, Assam, and Darjeeling.

Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea.

he is your special friend.

No, she did not want to go to hospital. Yes, she would like a cup of tea. Only then did she begin to think rationally again.

Pour, varlet, pour the waterThe water steaming hot!A spoonful for each man of usAnother for the pot!