Best 39 quotes in «carrots quotes» category

The second number goes off like a top - so fast indeed that when suddenly the music ceases and the lights go up some are stuck in their seats like carrots, their jaws working convulsively, and if you suddenly shouted in their ear Brahms, Beethoven, Mendeleev, Herzegovina, they would answer without thinking - 4, 967, 289.

YES! STOP FIGHTING RIGHT NOW! POLAND NEEDS CARROTS TOO!

Whenever somebody challenges me with the notion that killing carrots is no different to killing cows, I make a point of pointing out how different they would feel if they spent the day weeding in the garden, or the day slaughtering chickens. Just to make it clear how ridiculous they are being, because there can be no doubt, their argument is ridiculous, there isn’t a person out there who given both scenarios would look at them and say “yes they are the same”. I like to state this clearly, because I understand that even if the person challenging me refuses to acknowledge the difference, others who come along later and read the conversation will see both sides to the argument and maybe it will help these new people to not start presenting the same kind of ridiculous logic in opposition towards compassionate living.

A small pepperoni pizza on a tortilla is healthier than salmon teriyaki with rice and carrots.

A carrot is as close as a rabbit gets to a diamond.

Carrots might be good for my eyes, but they won't straighten out the curveball.

Carrot Top is a nickname that people call me and I thought that it was more marketable.

Creative freedom is a huge carrot.

Cows scream louder than carrots.

Every foreign policy of every major nation involves reason, common sense, carrots and sticks. You can't have all carrots and no sticks.

Dude,” I said, leaning over the desk, “I’m about as psychic as a carrot.

Have a colourful plate. I make a spinach salad with things like blueberries, apples and carrots.

Glitch was about as wild and unpredictable as a carrot stick.

History tells us what works in the gym, and everything else walks down the road with a carrot in its ass.

I am a rune a carrot a little joke

If Kuwait grew carrots we wouldn't give a damn.

I did not climb to the top of the food chain to eat carrots.

I love root vegetables: carrots, parsnips, and turnips.

If we chew every morsel of our food, in that way we become grateful, and when you are grateful, you are happy.

I'm Irish, so I'm used to odd stews. I can take it. Just throw a lot of carrots and onions in there and I'll call it dinner.

I love to roast vegetables - carrots, fennel, and so on. I also love to mash or puree pretty much any vegetable!

Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice.

I think they named the orange before the carrot.

I understand being less sexy than Osama bin Laden, but not less sexy than Carrot Top. That, I find offensive.

If carrots are good for my eyes, how come I see so many dead rabbits on the highway?

Never, ever get satisfied; keep the carrot in front of the horse.

One second you're having the time of your life in front of all these people, and then you come backstage to the exact opposite - there's only lukewarm carrots back there.

The truly healthy alternative to that chip is not a fake chip; it’s a carrot.

There comes a point where you see no evidence that the carrot and diplomacy are working.

Next to her, I felt like Carrot Top in drag. Cat re: Annette

Why is a carrot more orange than an orange?

Tibby cried into her soup when it finally came. "I'm scared... ," she told it. The carrots and peas made no reply, but she felt better for having told them.

While Congress can't overturn the Supreme Court, we can provide carrots and sticks to prevent local governments from unfairly taking property from landowners.

You don't raise kids. You raise carrots. You sponsor kids.

You take souls for vegetables.... The gardener can decide what will become of his carrots but no one can choose the good of others for them.

But the kitchen will not come into its own again until it ceases to be a status symbol and becomes again a workshop. It may be pastel. It may be ginghamed as to curtains and shining with copper like a picture in a woman's magazine. But you and I will know it chiefly by its fragrances and its clutter. At the back of the stove will sit a soup kettle, gently bubbling, one into which every day are popped leftover bones and vegetables to make stock for sauces or soup for the family. Carrots and leeks will sprawl on counters, greens in a basket. There will be something sweet-smelling twirling in a bowl and something savory baking in the oven. Cabinet doors will gape ajar and colored surfaces are likely to be littered with salt and pepper and flour and herbs and cheesecloth and pot holders and long-handled forks. It won't be neat. It won't even look efficient. but when you enter it you will feel the pulse of life throbbing from every corner. The heart of the home will have begun once again to beat.

Eden Fruitarianism is the solution to the dilemma of the screaming carrot.

I know the pleasure of pulling up root vegetables. They are solvable mysteries.

How was your journey?" he asked. "You don't have to make small talk with me," she said. "I don't like it, and I'm not very good at it." They paused at the shade of portico, beside a sweet-scented bower of roses. Casually Lord St. Vincent leaned a shoulder against a cream-painted column. A lazy smile curved his lips as he looked down at her. "Didn't Lady Berwick teach you?" "She tried. But I hate trying to make conversation about weather. Who cares what the temperature is? I want to talk about things like... like..." "Yes?" he prompted as she hesitated. "Darwin. Women's suffrage. Workhouses, war, why we're alive, if you believe in séances or spirits, if music has ever made you cry, or what vegetable you hate most..." Pandora shrugged and glanced up at him, expecting the familiar frozen expression of a man who was about to run for his life. Instead she found herself caught by his arrested stare, while the silence seemed to wrap around them. After a moment, Lord St. Vincent said softly, "Carrots." Bemused, Pandora tried to gather her wits. "That's the vegetable you hate most? Do you mean cooked ones?" "Any kind of carrots." "Out of all vegetables?" At his nod, she persisted, "What about carrot cake?" "No." But it's cake." A smile flickered across his lips. "Still carrots." Pandora wanted to argue the superiority of carrots over some truly atrocious vegetable, such as Brussels sprouts, but heir conversation was interrupted by a silky masculine voice. "Ah, there you are. I've been sent out to fetch you." Pandora shrank back as she saw a tall msn approach in a graceful stride. She knew instantly that he must be Lord Sy. Vincent's father- the resemblance was striking. His complexion was tanned and lightly time-weathered, with laugh-lines at the outer corners of his blue eyes. He had a full head of tawny-golden hair, handsomely silvered at the sides and temples. Having heard of his reputation as a former libertine, Pandora had expected an aging roué with coarse features and a leer... not this rather gorgeous specimen who wore his formidable presence like an elegant suit of clothes. "My son, what can you be thinking, keeping this enchanting creature out in the heat of midday?