Coffee Quotes
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How powerful it is to surprise a total stranger with a really nice act: buy them a cup of coffee, pay their toll. It makes their day; it makes your day.
Daniel Lubetzky
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I have the Sony Reader; I have the Kindle as well. I don't really use either of them, to be honest. I'd rather sit down with a cup of coffee and a newspaper than read all my digital books.
Chad Hurley
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I don't even drink coffee.
Hunter Parrish
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I try to do nothing. I drink rosemary when I have a lot of work to do. People take coffee, they take speed, whatever. I take rosemary.
Agnes Varda
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I don't always see humor in things. Especially when I smash my pinky toe into a coffee table leg in the middle of the night. But sometimes I'll see things, or experience things, that make me go, "Huh, maybe that's a bit."
Brian Regan
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In times like these, we seek comfort in the little pleasures, things we're glad man invented. It doesn't matter where you're from -- or how you feel.. There's always peace in a strong cup of coffee.
Fábio Moon
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I hate to admit this but I don't even know how to make a cup of tea or coffee. I can boil a kettle for a pot noodle and I've been known to warm up some food in the microwave.
Michael Owen
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I live in L.A., where every coffee shop is filled with scriptwriters, producers and directors.
Peter Diamandis
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I hereby arm myself for today with coffee and the willingness to be wrong.
Audrey Assad
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One of the best places for a shy person to meet people is in a coffee shop. If you are a reader, bring a book and read it there - that gives a guy something to ask you about. Same goes for sketching, writing, or any hobby you can take with you.
Laurie Helgoe
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It can take me forever to choose the right coffee cup in the morning. And it does make a difference!
Joel Grey
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And she loved a man who was made out of nothing. A few hours without him and right away she’d be missing him with her whole body, sitting in her office surrounded by polyethylene and concrete and thinking of him. And every time she’d boil water for coffee in her ground-floor office, she’d let the steam cover her face, imagining it was him stroking her cheeks, her eyelids and she’d wait for the day to be over, so she could go to her apartment building, climb the flight of stairs, turn the key in the door, and find him waiting for her, naked and still between the sheets of her empty bed.
Etgar Keret
