944 Quotes About Coffee

It was normal to drink two pots of coffee during an extreme night shift.

I pushed my fork through the top layer of creamy frosting, then all three layers of the cake. Keeping my eyes down, I put the fork to my mouth. He'd used good chocolate, I knew, and after a moment, I picked up a note of coffee, which only intensified the flavor of the chocolate. The frosting was decadent and smooth, but not cloying. In fact, the entire bite struck the precise balance of sass and sweet.

She checked her Fitbit again and saw her pulse was now up to one-twenty. She chugged down the rest of her latte, anyway. Living dangerously.

I will trade you my soul for coffee," they'd said solemnly. Then, when they saw that all Ava had were Nifty! brand beans from PriceLow, they cringed and said, "Those only get part of my soul.

The half-life of caffeine -- that is, the time taken for the concentration in your bloodstream to drop by 50 per cent -- is between three and seven hours, with an average of about four hours. Therefore, if you drink several cups of strong coffee during your harassed working day, your blood will still contain substantial amounts of caffeine when you go to bed several hours later.

The donut dunked herself in coffeeBut burnt herself in the processAnd despite the scars she boreShe was delicious anyways

I miss my father making it in the mornings when I lived at home. Everyone else drank it — my mother, my brothers. I don't miss drinking it. I miss it being around. I miss the sorts of gatherings that call for coffee.

Penny ordered drinks - a large latte with a shot of caramel syrup for Decca and a green tea for herself. Charlie thought what people drank told you as much about them as any number of psychological tests. Decca's coffee was decadent, comforting, and perhaps a little bit naughty, just like she was. Penny's tea was an acquired taste. It screamed out worthiness. Hard work but probably worth it in the end.

By the way, although nowadays your average waiter will no longer flinch when an American or a German asks for a cappuccino after or even with dinner (he knows what side his bread is buttered on, be advised that he thinks it’s pretty disgusting). No Italian would ever drink cappuccino with, or immediately after, a meal and finds the idea repulsive as, at this juncture, I confess, do I.