Coffee Lovers Quotes

Delectable," Ulysses said. "Of all the drinks that I have drank on all the planets I have visited, the coffee is the best. ~ Clifford D. Simak

If you had to choose between coffee and - "
"Coffee."
"You didn't know what I was going to say," Sloane laughed.
Dex shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Coffee."
"Me or coffee."
"Coffee."
"Wow. Okay, sex or coffee."
"Coffee."
"Your brother or - "
"Coffee. I would totally trade my brother for a good cup of coffee." He took a sip with a contented sigh. His gaze shifted to Sloane. "Okay, maybe I wouldn't trade him in for coffee. Although…." He pursed his lips thoughtfully then shook his head. "No, you're right, that would be wrong. ~ Charlie Cochet

A blue sky, a jostling wind, a murky dream, a smiling moon, and a cup of coffee with a song unfinished in those eyes twinkling away a story untold. ~ Debatrayee Banerjee

The kiss is different than I expected. It's slow and tender, his lips soft and warm against mine. He tastes sweet, like the powdered sugar I spilt and the coffee with chicory he's always drinking. It's a perfect first kiss. ~ D.L. Hess

These days, "getting lucky" means drinking an entire cup of COFFEE while it's still HOT! ~ Tanya Masse

Are we running hot or something?" Peabody demanded. "So a person can't take a minute to have a cup of coffee and maybe a small bite to eat, especially when the person got off a full subway stop early to work off the anticipated bite to eat."
"If you're finished whining about it, I'll fill you in."
"A real partner would have brought me a coffee to go so I could drink it while being filled in."
"How many coffee shops did you pass on your endless and arduous hike from the subway?"
"It's not the same," Peabody muttered. "And it's not my fault I'm coffee spoiled. You're the one who brought the real stufff made from real beans into my life. You addicted me." She pointed an accusing finger at Eve. "And now you're withholding the juice."
"Yes, that was my plan all along. And if you ever want real again in this lifetime, suck it up and do my bidding."
Peabody stared. "You're like Master Manipulator. An evil coffee puppeteer."
"Yes, yes, I am. Do you have any interest, Detective, in where we're going, who we're going to see, and why?"
"I'd be more interested if I had coffee. ~ J.D. Robb

Mrs. Windemere always had a cup of hot coffee waiting for me. Black, which, she said, was the only way to drink it if you wanted to be awake to serve the god of Creativity ~ Gary D. Schmidt

When I first started following writers on social media, I imagined a deluge of profound quotes, writing tips and insights into the plight of wordsmiths. There was some of that. Mostly though, my timeline was taken up with their obsession with coffee: 'I want coffee/I'm having coffee/I've had coffee.' Then came photos of their favourite coffee mug/pot/shop/barista. So, if you've enjoyed a recently-published book, give credit to writers: the vampiric aficionados of the coffee cherry. ~ Stewart Stafford

I'ts not just a cup of coffee !!!

"Coffee is lot like people"

Coffee is a language in itself.

In many ways,

It's Complex,

Just like Humans.

It's Dark,

Just like our Soul.

It's Black,

Just like Grief.

It's Addictive,

Just like love.

It's Pure,

Just like our heart.

It's Sweet,

Just like our Memories.

It's Strong yet Grind,

Just like our Determination.

It's Blended,

Just like our Feelings.

It's Tantalizing,

Just like our Emotions.

It's Rewarding,

As it is easy to Confess anything over a Cup of Coffee. ~ Shubham Chinchalkar

Do you know what the Turkish say about coffee? It should be black as hell, strong as death, and sweet as love. ~ Holly Black

One must savor the coffee, to actually have it. ~ Mohith Agadi

The love for coffee is stronger than any fears of man. ~ Mladen Đorđević

Asking me to do ANYTHING before I've had my first cup of coffee should be an episode on 1000 Ways to DIE. ~ Tanya Masse

What doesn't KILL me makes me stronger ... Except for the extinction of COFFEE ... that might kill me. ~ Tanya Masse

COFFEE! Because this body is NOT going to wake itself up! ~ Tanya Masse

Coffee in the dawn
With books open like our hearts,
Our weekend ritual ~ Eric Overby

The Lord must have created coffee to reward humans for those bad times they sometimes have on Earth. Having charged your heart and brain with a cup of coffee, you're ready to face the challenges of life. A good cup of coffee makes life seem better. ~ Sahara Sanders

I need COFFEE to help me change the things I can ... and WINE to help me accept the things I can't! ~ Tanya Masse

You'd have coffee on a drip if you could, wouldn't you? ~ Kristina Adams

Having charged your heart and brain with a cup of coffee, you're ready to face the challenges of life. ~ Sahara Sanders

Either way, he figured a cup of coffee would hit the spot. For what is more versatile? As at home in tin as it is in Limoges, coffee can energize the industrious at dawn, calm the reflective at noon, or raise the spirits of the beleagured in the middle of the night. ~ Amor Towles

When a person dies, he disappears, along with his past, current lifestyle, and his future. Many people die in missions and wars. They die easily and in surprisingly simple ways. Hayate was one of them. Those who died had hopes and dreams, but everyone has something as important as those: parents, siblings, friends, lovers; people who are important to you, they trust and help each other. The bond between the people important to you ever since birth and the string that binds them becomes thicker and stronger as time goes by ... It's beyond reason. Those bound to you by that string will do that because it is important. ~ Masashi Kishimoto

Some writers like to work in other places like coffee shops, but I can't - I'd end up people-watching. And if I were at a bookstore, I'd be reading. Sometimes I have some music on, but usually I like it quiet. ~ Julie Kagawa

What are you doing, Sophie?"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Do you want to leave? Is that it? You want to run away from everything? You want to hide and pretend like it's not happening? You never let up in that department, do you?"

"You don't understand, Oliver, and I'm not going to explain it to you."

"Yeah, well, go ahead, if this is what you want then leave. Leave me. But know that if you leave and anything happens to you, I will lose myself. You hear me? I will lose myself."

"What about me? I've lost myself already."

"I'll bring you back. This is your home. Whatever it takes, I'm here. Look at me. I'm here. I want to be with you. Don't keep me away. Not now. ~ Elisa Marie Hopkins

The greatest experience open to man then is the recovery of the commonplace. Coffee in the morning and whiskeys in the evening again without fear. Books to read without that shadow falling across the page. ~ Peter De Vries

I am stubbornly proud of my sexuality. To anyone who has looked down on me from a moral high ground , I say, "I am not a lady. Never have been, don't care to be." I have flirted unabashedly. I've been hungry and demanding; I've told more than a few lovers how to pleasure me in no uncertain terms. ~ Anna Camilleri

People experience art as a transformative or even transcendent experience when it really only reflects back and awakens parts of them that are already there. ~ Stewart Stafford

If I could read people's minds,
I would not invade your privacy.
Instead I would eavesdrop on every passerby.
tattoo my arms with all the compliments,
every wow she's good looking,
every I wish I was that confident.
Meeting all of your ex-lovers
would turn my chest and back into a masterpiece.
Record every thing they should have told you
every how could I have ever let her get away,
every she was the best thing that ever happened to me.
My legs would turn into patchwork with hatch marks
for every time I wished you were still with me.
It would not take a full day
to cover this body with all of the nice things people
didn't think you needed to hear.

If I could travel through time,
I would go back to the moment
before it was too late. ~ Jared Singer

On the coffee table is a half-empty bottle of Smirnoff's and two cans of NutraSlim. High tea in hell, he thinks, but ~ Stephen King

Books about books are a rare species, special tomes for writers and book lovers. More than an affirmation of taste, a book about books is often a spirited celebration and sincere investigation. Quickly coveted, it remains on that particular shelf, guarded and revered, and eventually slips out of print. What good company we will keep then, among a library lost, only momentarily invisible, waiting patiently to be found. ~ Tom Cardamone

I am a wild woman.
it would take a warrior to tame my spirit. ~ Nikki Rowe

Coffee and chocolate are certainly wonderful, but they must forever carry tea's silken train, ever the bridesmaids and never the bride. ~ Paul F. Kortepeter

Obviously, this isn't my normal life, traveling to cities and talking to journalists. It's fun. It's really fun. I get to stay in a cool hotel and eat good food and meet cool people, but that's not my normal life. It's pretty pedestrian. I have coffee in the morning, I go for a run, and then I write for as long as I possibly can. ~ James Ponsoldt

You mean she's motivated by coffee and nerd gear and judges people solely on whether or not they're an asshole?" Elizabeth grinned. "Exactly. ~ Alanea Alder

A person can live a day without silver or gold, but coffee? No thanks. ~ Max Lucado

Why to mute fish should'st thou thyself discoverAnd not to me, thy no less silent lover? ~ Abraham Cowley

Hypothetically, then, you may be picking up in someone a certain very strange type of sadness that appears as a kind of disassociation from itself, maybe, Love-o.'
'I don't know disassociation.'
'Well, love, but you know the idiom "not yourself" - "He's not himself today," for example,' crooking and uncrooking fingers to form quotes on either side of what she says, which Mario adores. 'There are, apparently, persons who are deeply afraid of their own emotions, particularly the painful ones. Grief, regret, sadness. Sadness especially, perhaps. Dolores describes these persons as afraid of obliteration, emotional engulfment. As if something truly and thoroughly felt would have no end or bottom. Would become infinite and engulf them.'
'Engulf means obliterate.'
'I am saying that such persons usually have a very fragile sense of themselves as persons. As existing at all. This interpretation is "existential," Mario, which means vague and slightly flaky. But I think it may hold true in certain cases. My own father told stories of his own father, whose potato farm had been in St. Pamphile and very much larger than my father's. My grandfather had had a marvelous harvest one season, and he wanted to invest money. This was in the early 1920s, when there was a great deal of money to be made on upstart companies and new American products. He apparently narrowed the field to two choices - Delaware-brand Punch, or an obscure sweet fizzy coffee substitute that sold ou ~ David Foster Wallace

Who needs coffee when you have passion? ~ Rob Liano

The way I see it, he's all we have left of
her. ~ Jodi Picoult

You are but a hard turd in the ass of my journey. ~ David Liss

His scent is intensified in here perfectly, baked by summer, preserved by snow, sealed and pressurized inside glass and metal. I inhale like a professional perfumer. Top notes of mint, bitter coffee, and cotton. Mid notes of black pepper and pine. Base notes of leather and cedar. Luxurious as cashmere. If this is what his car smells like, imagine his bed. Good idea. Imagine his bed. He ~ Sally Thorne

Are you looking to steal someone's Heart? Then you're on a quest to capture someone's interest! But, True Lovers have been given a gift, their invisible bond penetrates their Heart to pound together! -Author Serena Jade ~ Serena Jade

William is the most skilled protector that I have ever seen. He is the best." Determination began to swell inside of me.
"Then I will have to be better." Margo Westly ~ Meredith T. Taylor

He kissed her before he knew he would do it. Cupped her small head against his hand and bent to touch her lips with his own, lightly tasting that sensuous mouth. He closed his eyes to feel it better - the moist plumpness of unseasoned lips, flavored with coffee and sugar and something that belonged only to her. And like an exhausted man sinking with gratitude into the down of a pillow, he sank into the softness, losing himself as he explored the edges and corners, the sensitive inner edge. He suckled gently and heard her sigh as she inclined her head to take him more fully. ~ Barbara Samuel

Look under the passenger seat in a black plastic bin. There should be a book."
Raphael hopped out, dug under the seat, and pulled out a dog-eared copy of The Almanac of Mystical Creatures.
"Got it," I said into the phone.
"Page seventy-six."
Raphael flipped the book open and held it up. On the left page a lithograph showed a three-headed dog with a serpent for a tail. The caption under the picture said CERBERUS.
"Is that your dog?" Kate asked.
"Could be. How the heck did you know the exact page?"
"I have perfect memory!"
I snorted.
She sighed into the phone.
"I spilled coffee on that page and had to leave the book open to dry it out. It always opens to that entry now. ~ Ilona Andrews

I have a strong theory that you can tell a lot about someone by their coffee order.. ~ Emmie Lee Dean

All you had to say was, 'I am a writer,' and you became one. You didn't even have to write anything. You could just sit in a coffee shop with a notebook and stare into space, with a slightly bemused look on your face, judging the weight of the world with a jaundiced eye. As you can see, you can be completely full of shit and still be a writer ... I also thought it was going to be a great way to meet girls, but it wasn't
probably because as I was staring into space, I no doubt looked mildly retarded. You see, I wanted to write plays, which in retrospect is a lot harder than learning Mandarin, I think. How I ended up in this delusional state shall be saved for another time. ~ Lewis Black

He tried to close a hand around the precious coffee but had to jerk his fingers away, sharply enough that his wrist popped painfully. Tallow wondered if the other end of the coffee machine was slurping water out of a lake in Hell. ~ Warren Ellis

And I declare myself free
from ignorant love. You easy lovers
and forgivers of mankind, stand back!
I will love you at a distance,
and not because you deserve it.
My love must be descriminate
or fail to bear its weight. ~ Wendell Berry

I had let it all grow. I had supposed
It was all OK. Your life
Was a liner I voyaged in.
Costly education had fitted you out.
Financiers and committees and consultants
Effaced themselves in the gleam of your finish.
You trembled with the new life of those engines.

That first morning,
Before your first class at College, you sat there
Sipping coffee. Now I know, as I did not,
What eyes waited at the back of the class
To check your first professional performance
Against their expectations. What assessors
Waited to see you justify the cost
And redeem their gamble. What a furnace
Of eyes waited to prove your metal. I watched
The strange dummy stiffness, the misery,
Of your blue flannel suit, its straitjacket, ugly
Half-approximation to your idea
Of the properties you hoped to ease into,
And your horror in it. And the tanned
Almost green undertinge of your face
Shrunk to its wick, your scar lumpish, your plaited
Head pathetically tiny.

You waited,
Knowing yourself helpless in the tweezers
Of the life that judges you, and I saw
The flayed nerve, the unhealable face-wound
Which was all you had for courage.
I saw that what you gripped, as you sipped,
Were terrors that killed you once already.
Now I see, I saw, sitting, the lonely
Girl who was going to die.

That blue suit.
A mad, execution uniform,Ted Hughes

Poetry The Blue Flannel Suit