Best 157 quotes in «milk quotes» category

Don't cry over spilled milk. By this time tomorrow, it'll be free yogurt.

Don't cry over spilled milk

Don’t let anyone steal your milk.

For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.

Don't you ever get tired of asking questions?' 'Never. They're mother's milk to me.

... every time I got disappointed I'd remember the Roseannadanna philosophy that says that you shouldn't cry over split milk 'cause if you spill some milk and instead of cleaning it up you just walk over it and start crying, they're gonna put you on lithium.

Fortified plant-based milks are delicious and contain all the calcium, protein, and vitamin D of dairy products but with none of the cholesterol, lactose, hormones, or cruelty found in cow's milk.

Free milk will be provided in Hoxton and Shoredith, in Eton and Harrow. What more social equality can you have than that?

I don't just like sexual double entendres I love them, I stroke them, I milk them, I spank them when they're naughty.

God’s Word is the living seed that brings new birth. It is the milk that nurtures the new life of a young Christian and the meat that builds the muscle of a mature believer.

He seemed determines, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possible Milk Duds.

Hey, I drank milk that was a DAY past its expiration date. Now THAT is extreme!

Hold the newsreader's nose squarely, waiter, or friendly milk will countermand my trousers.

How wicked, my brothers, innocent milk must always seem to me now.

I bought an organic rice milk. Frozen.....I'm not going to make something I don't know how to make, I don't have a recipe for.

Ice cream was my undoing, and six chocolate milk shakes in a row were nothing to me at one time.

God himself will milk the cows through him whose vocation that is.

I am full of the milk of human kindness, damn it. My trouble is that it gets clotted so easily.

I arrived on earth in 1928. Born into a milieu of painters, I acquired my taste for painting with my mother's milk.

I make it my business to extract from Nature what ever nutriment she can furnish me.... I milk the sky and the earth.

If a man be new-born, he will desire the sincere milk of the word.

If there is some good in me, it is because I was born in the subtle atmosphere of your country of Arezzo. Along with the milk of my nurse I received the knack of handling chisel and hammer, with which I make my figures.

I grew up a witness to gay politics in its early days. I remember seeing Harvey Milk and been moved by him.

I have an obsession with Milk Duds. Eating them tastes like heaven.

I love revision. Where else can spilled milk be turned into ice cream?

I mean, there's no point in sittin' around and cryin' about spilt milk. Gotta move on.

I miss Irish milk. Probably not as much as Superquinn sausages.

I'm like a bottle of milk with gloves.

In a corner of the churchyard grew a plantation of white violets, enormously plump and prosperous-looking. ... I saw the dead stretched out under me in the earth, feeding these flowers with a thin milk drawn from their bones.

I'm really into rooibos tea with goat's milk and a little bit of honey. I also drink dandelion tea, Earl Grey, and sometimes a green tea. I'm very into tea.

In Land of Milk and Money, Anthony Barcellos mines rich family history to create a full-blooded tale that readers will find insightful, rewarding, and entertaining.

Is it any more moral to dilute the value of the purchasing power of the money you hold in your wallet than it is for the farmer to dilute the milk supply with water?

Introducing Tac-os! It's meat, cheese, and lettuce flavored O's in a tortilla bowl... it even makes the milk taste like tacos!

I shifted in my chair as Dad waited for a response. He seemed determined, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possibly Milk Duds. “Are you psychotic?” I asked, realizing my plan to charm and bribe him if need be flew out the window the minute I opened my mouth.

I started working myself from about 14, really, so I wasn't a burden on my family. I did a paper round and a milk round. When I was 15 or 16, I worked in a supermarket on Saturdays stacking shelves, and then every summer I temped, right through university until my working days started.

I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.

I try to eat a lot of baked foods, fish, chicken, potatoes, stuff like that. Grab me a Muscle Milk. That helps.

It ain't that you get religion. Religion gets you and then milks you dry. Won't let you drink a little whiskey. Won't let you make no fat-assed girls grin and giggle. Won't let you do a damn thing except work for what you'll get in the hearafter. I live in the here and now.

I watch these actors who when you go to buy a pint of milk you see them smiling on the cover of 20 magazines. Then when you see them in a film it's hard to believe the character because you just see them everywhere

It's no wonder Michelle Obama is telling everybody you better breast-feed your baby-yeah, you better-because the price of milk is so high right now!

It's scientifically proven that chocolate improves your mood. There is something in it that can make you happier and I stand by that theory. Milk chocolate. It's so good!

I was hanging out in gers [yurts] with these Kazakh sort of Bedouins. Drank nasty-ass camel milk. The drive [from the Souther Gobi to Ulan Bator] is insane. It's like The Road.

I would guess that about 75% of my stories are like that - personal experiences that I probably over-milk.

I won't eat any cereal that doesn't turn the milk purple.

Milk every moment for all the pleasure you can get from it.

Lat take a cat, and fostre him wel with milk, And tendre flesh, and make his couche of silk, And let him seen a mous go by the wal; Anon he weyveth milk, and flesh, and al, And every deyntee that is in that hous, Swich appetyt hath he to ete a mous.

Marriage accustomed one to the good things, so one came to take them for granted, but it magnified the bad things, so they came to feel as painful as a grain in one's eye. An open window, a forgotten quart of milk, a TV set left blaring, socks on the bathroom floor could become occasions for incredible rage.

Milk?” Lady Bridgerton asked. “Thank you,” Gareth replied. “No sugar, if you please.” “Hyacinth takes hers with three,” Gregory said, reaching for a piece of shortbread. “Why,” Hyacinth ground out, “would he care?” “Well,” Gregory replied, taking a bite and chewing, “he is your special friend.

Milk which is just about to turn is akin to that moment spent on the cusp of failure in a dulled and fettered relationship.

Manhandling the open here spout on a milk carton so badly that one has to resort to using the illegal side.