My first-night jitters are so bad, I can't even hold a tea cup, but once I am over that, I get really into it.
Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
Tea! That's all I needed! Good cup of tea! Super-heated infusion of free-radicals and tannin, just the thing for healing the synapses.
Albert Camus did not know he was summing up modern photojournalism when he wrote:"Will I kill myself or have a cup of coffee
Three eggs two slices of toast a cup of coffee an episode of Mr. Ed. A Violin and a bowl of fruit what else does a man need?
Stand at the brink of despair, and when you see that you cannot bear it anymore, draw back a little, and have a cup of tea.
And it was where I learned how to play tennis and eventually became captain of the tennis team at the school and was on the Junior Davis Cup in New York City.
One does not become a poet by uttering beautiful words. One becomes a poet by pouring their soul as wine into the Cup of Love.
Some people with autism who don't talk, all they hear are vowel sounds. Like if I said 'cup,' they might just hear 'uh.'
Right through to the end of the last World Cup game, I still couldn't bear the thought of not being perfect or letting people down.
It is an intern's job to go for coffee for anyone who asks, preferably delivering it scalding hot and cupped in your bare hands!
Hope turns the wheels of tomorrow's good fortune." From the Ace of Cups in Tarot D'Amour" by K. & V. Daniels & Victor Daniaels
Sitting in my favorite coffeehouse with a new notebook and a hot cup of java is my idea of Heaven.
His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door.
Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.
Canadian writers don't live in gated mansions; you can just talk to them when you see them lining up at the Second Cup.
Natalie's estate is handled by Global Icons, and they police the world so her picture isn't on a T-shirt or coffee cup unless we approve of it.
They say you can smoke 400 cigs a day and drink 20 cups of coffee, but you can't have a line or a drink again.
