Best 194 quotes in «pie quotes» category

We have fried catfish, country fried steak and cinnamon-roasted pork. We have collard greens, black-eyed peas, hush puppies, biscuits, sweet potato pie and lots of gravy. Most players love it, but we also have a baked catfish for players who are still looking to stay on the approved diet.

We shot the movie [Waitress] in 20 days so there wasn't a lot of time to learn. There wasn't a lot of pie baking going on, at least not by me. But we always had pies while we were filming - we ate two different pies every day for lunch!

When we think of classic American desserts, we tend to imagine apple pie and ice cream. However, the most classic American dessert of all might be the chocolate chip cookie.

When the economic pie grows larger, it's always possible for everyone to have a larger slice than before. So it's really in all of our interest to make the economic pie larger by eliminating waste whenever and wherever possible.

World peace is no longer some pie-in-the-sky thing, because no single person or country is going to solve it on their own.

We sat there, not talking, for a few minutes. He ate the Moon Pie; only skinny people can scarf down junk food like that. Finally, I said, "Norman?" "Yeah?" "Are you ever going to show me the painting?" "Man," he said. "You are, like, so impatient." "I am not," I said. "I've been waiting forever." "Okay, okay." He stood up and went over to the corner, picking up the painting and bringing it over to rest against the bright pink belly of one of the mannequins. Then, he handed me a bandana. "Tie that on.

Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.

You can't imagine what satisfaction can be gotten from throwing a pie into someone's face.

You don't want no pie in the sky when you die, You want something here on the ground while you're still around.

You'll have pie in the sky when you die.

Would I be as strong as that once I did that thing Christophe was talking about? Blooming? Would I smell like a bakery item? Or was that just him? Did he use pie filling for cologne?

You're a wizard," I snapped. "Can't you just use magic to make your own food?" "Ah, yes," he retorted. "Because mud pies are so very delicious and the wind fills empty stomachs quite nicely.

You'll see a movie about someone you hate or someone you love. Will you see a movie about grandma making apple pies? No, you won't. Only if grandma has poisoned the neighbor or is suspected of poisoning the neighbor through her apple pies.

You realize the futility of worry. You learn to hate the small and the little. Life is a pie which you cut in large slices, not grudgingly, not sparingly. You know your limitations and proceed to eliminate them; your abilities, and proceed to develop them. You are free.

Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies- Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks of pies! You lie down to your shady slumber And wake with a bug in your ear, And your damsel that walks in the morning Is shod like a mountaineer.

You know what they say: 'Why sit at a table that doesn't have key lime pie on it if you don't have to?'

Because that thing is working overtime to keep you scared and alone. If you were really worthless, it wouldn't have to do that much. Zoe smiled at the girl across from her and then sat back in the booth, lifting her fork to take another bite of pie.

You will not! It's wrong." "What, kissing you, or kissing you in Pies and Stuff?

As much as I disliked Eddie Kuntz, I could sort of identify with a man who got a stiffie over banana cream pie.

Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you. Now eat your pie.

America has developed a pie tradition unequivocally and unapologetically at the sweet end of the scale, and at no time is this better demonstrated than at Thanksgiving.

Eating pizza is like having a little heaven in your nose. Wait, that's not what you eat pizza with. I always get it confused with pizza-pie.

Es war schon lange dunkel. [...] Ein bleicher Mond spazierte über den Hof, Schweigen legte sich auf die umstehenden Häuser. Ich bat Salim, nur noch die letzte Kasette auszuprobieren. Salim lehnte mit dem Kopf an der Wand, er hatte die Augen geschlossen; auch ich war im Sitzen fast eingeschlafen. Doch diesmal erreichten die Lieder Netanel, denn plötzlich fuhr er hoch und rannte zu seinem Mandarinenbaum, umarmte dessen Stamm und weinte. Wie ein kleines Kind weinte er, nicht wie ein Jugendlicher. Die Klänge ergossen sich in den Hof wie geschmolzene Butter mit Honig. Ein großes Orchester spielte dort, mit Geigen und Cello und allem Drum und Dran. Salim lehnte sich so weit zurück, dass er den Kopf auf die Stuhllehne legen konnte, und konzentrierte sich auf den Himmel. Wie segenspendender Regen tropften die Klänge auf die Erde. [...] Diese Kassette hörten wir dann immer wieder. Salim konnte die Texte schon fast auswendig, aber ihre Bedeutung verstand er nicht. [...] In dem einen Lied kam immer wieder das Wort "pie" vor; das musste eine Art Kuchen sein, etwas Gebackenes. Ich kannte es nicht.

If you have half a nothing - sell it for a double something, resell half at double-price, and buy another something and a half - how much nothing will you have two days from then? Like three. Because three is the short version of π, and π is involved in virtually anything, in some form, if you believe what the internet tells you.

Bad bananas are like push-up bras--a promise of tenderness can deliver tasteless mush, and we're not supposed to complain.

Maggie and I were delighted. It was now Jett's turn to go to the dark side. "I've never seen such a bunch of doom cookies," she said, wiping down the tables. "What?" "Doom cookies. You know, people who pretend to be something they're not, like girls in my class who pretend to be bad-ass but go home and read The Little House on the Prairie in their Disney princess bedrooms." "Who were the Pie Night people pretending to be? I don't quite follow." "They're pretending to be bad-ass pie bakers," Jett trilled in a church-lady falsetto, " 'Oh, leaf lard is the best.' 'No, I swear by a mixture of Crisco and butter.' When was the last time they actually baked a pie? If they did, they wouldn't be gorging themselves here on Pie Night. They probably don't even own a rolling pin." Jett sniffed. And then she added, diplomatically, "But your pie was good.

How to uplift others. It’s not a pie, it’s a cake. It’s not a ladder, it’s a bridge.

If you love peanut butter pie, you are either Dolly Parton or someone who loves her.

In geometry, whenever we had to find the area of a circle, pi * radius squared, I would get really hungry for pie. Square pie.

It could be argued that there is an element of entertainment in every pie, as every pie is inherently a surprise by virtue of its crust.

I went to sit in the bus station and think this over. I ate another apple pie and ice cream; that’s practically all I ate all the way across the country, I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, of course.

Milly went to work on her piecrust. After she'd rolled out the bottom layer and then the top one, she moved on to the kidney beans. She didn't know that the beans had to be soaked in warm water overnight and then cooked for several hours otherwise they'd upset the digestive tract- 'to the point of tears,' Milly would read later in the cookbook. She plucked a sprig of thyme from her herb box on the windowsill and dropped it, along with the beans, into the pie. 'Poor things,' she said to her herbs, stroking their leaves, which were soft as feathers.

Never promise to make pie and fail to deliver on that promise.

Mother took the pie out of the oven and it hissed fragrant apple, maple, cinnamon steam through the knife cuts in the top crust. She was making her world beautiful. She was making her world delicious. It could be done, and if anyone could do it, she could.

Now, thats a pie!

Only those who will love longer than they expected to can truly love pecan pie, which doesn't explain its status as death rows most requested last dessert, or why chopped pecans, corn syrup, directions from the Karo bottle's cherry-red side are what mercy taste like to some. But there you have it.

On the path to Conquer the throne, some of your pawns must die... If your eyes aim the big kill, you must learn to eat humble pie.

Pie is the food of the heroic. No pie-eating people can be permanently vanquished. -May 3, 1902 article in New York Times

Pie may just be the Madonna-whore of the dessert world.

People I had never seen before flocked in, their faces showing a longing you never saw for cake. People's eyes lit up for a cupcake, cake seemed to signal celebration. But their eyes got filmy, watery, misty when we handed them a slice of pie. Pie was memory. Nostalgia. Pie made people recall simpler, maybe happier times.

Pie makes everybody happy.

She's only got eight fingers but she's got them stuck in all kinds of pies, and she keeps her thumbs bare for testing new ones.

The difference between superlative pie and a wish for cake is crust. Understand that pie is a generous but self-centered substance. It likes attention, not affection. Do not hug your crust. Do not rub its back or five its high. Don't fuss with refrigerators every step oft he way. Keep the water and butter cold, and remember what a wise baker once said: The goal is pie.

The First Law of Pies: 'No Pastry, No Pie.

Relatives can be tricky when you are undergoing treatment for a disease or are in the throes of any sort of tragedy. Some want to do too much, some too little. But some are just right. A pie left on your back porch is just right. A hug in the hallway. A book of poems sent through the mail.

Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.

The diameter divides into the circumference, you know. It ought to be three times. You'd think so, wouldn't you? But does it? No. Three point one four one and lots of other figures. There's no end to the buggers. Do you know how pissed off that makes me?" "I expect it makes you extremely pissed off," said Teppic politely. "Right. It tells me that the Creator used the wrong kind of circles. It's not even a proper number! I mean, three point five, you could respect. Or three point three. That'd look *right*." He stared morosely at the pie.

The homemade pie has been under siege for a century, and surely its survival is endangered.

The vampire leaned forward, tapping a scimitar claw. "Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?" "Yep." "Is he carrying a moon on his pitchfork?" "No, it's a pie.

This shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie, muthafucka!