Sipping Quotes

I sit at my door, smoking a cigarette and sipping my absinthe, and I enjoy every day without a care in the world

Linda seemed to recognize loneliness. Possibly she could see it sitting opposite her, sipping lager and trying not to lose its temper. It was an illness, loneliness-it made you weak, gullible, feebleminded.

And time cast forth my mortal creature To drift or drown upon the seas Acquainted with the salt adventure Of tides that never touch the shores. – I who was rich was made the richer By sipping at the the vine of days.

Right now I’d love to be sitting on a Greek island somewhere because of being Greek American, eating great octopus salad and some fantastic lamb. Or sipping a little ouzo. I think the Mediterranean diet is one of the healthiest… Lots of nuts, vegetables, fruits, fresh fish, lean meats, yogurt.

The time I spend in the morning – praying, sipping coffee, and coming up with my list – is a ritual I relish. I have done it for so long now that I subconsciously measure whether or not the things I’m doing match with what I should be doing, what I want to be doing, and the life I want to live.

I am grateful for what I call well-spent moments: Making a tuna fish sandwich with the works. Taking at least a half hour to eat it outside. Ironing my vintage tea towels while watching old black-and-white film noir movies and sipping one martini with extra olives – a quirky combination, but it works.

We all sat there laughing and sipping tea peacefully, an infidel and representatives from three warring sects of Islam. And I thought if we can get along this well, we can accomplish anything. The British policy was ‘divide and conquer.’ But I say ‘unite and conquer.

People think you go home and be a celeb, sipping Laurent-Perrier and listening to classical music. You don’t. You go home and wash some pants in the sink.

I am a completely horizontal author. I can’t think unless I’m lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch and with a cigarette and coffee handy. I’ve got to be puffing and sipping.

I came back from vacation and I ate everything. I mean I’m sipping cocktails by the pool, thinking I’m a size 2. And now, you know, my dress is tight. So, I need it, too. I always need to remind myself: It’s okay.

I don’t know how many movies I have made. Movies that pop into my head when asked are ‘Momentum,’ ‘Loose Change,’ ‘Shelter,’ ‘Sipping Jetstreams,’ and ‘The Drifter.’

We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter.

For whatever reason, I encounter Canadian whiskey at hunting camps way more often than I do in restaurants, bars, or homes. Could be the lower price. Could be the mellow character, which lends itself to long hours of fireside sipping. Or it could just be tradition.

Sipping Bailey’s Cream by the stereo, trying to find relief on the radio. I’m suppressing the tears.

Bland writing – timid, antiseptic, vanilla writing – is nearly as unhealthy as the brutal and dark. Instead of sipping, say, elixir, nectar, tequila, or champagne, the reader is invited to slurp lumpy milk or choke on the author’s dust bunnies.

The world is so full and abundant it is like a pregnant woman carrying a child in one arm and leading another by the hand. Every puddle in the lane is ringed with sipping butterflied that fly up in flutter when you walk past in the late morning on your way to get the mail.

I’m not out there screaming that women are drinking bourbon, but I think it’s a great beverage as an option. I’ve got nothing against drinking a Cosmo or Martini. It’s not like one is judging the other. It’s just delicious and slow and steady, and there’s something about sipping a bourbon that to me is very relaxing.

Sipping once, sipping twice, sipping chicken soup with rice.

Sunny, happy with the music, no money. I’m thinking you’re on holiday. Sipping yellow lemonade.

I want to be with my wife. Sitting on a deckchair, sipping some tea, and reading books in a retirement home, in a beautiful and warm place. I’m a romantic guy.

Yeah, the Mac Life… it’s about sipping some tea, getting together with the knitting circle. You know I like origami, right? That’s how you get to be notorious.

I keep sipping water all throughout the day. I don’t drink any soft drinks… I tend to eat more of vegetarian meals.

And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.)

When you’re putting together a campaign for president, like I’ve been, that entails a lot of time. It’s not like I’ve been at the beach sipping a pina colada.

It took me a long time to figure out what Holly Golightly was all about. One night after midnight I was still trying. I don’t drink much, but I was sipping. And it came to me. I wrote [“Moon River”] in half an hour.

There is better than a good chance that while relaxing on a beach somewhere or sipping a martini in your favorite lounge, you have heard music that makes raise your eyebrow and ask, ‘What kind of music is that?’

Perfect, that’s our plan then. But you’ll have to give up being a priest first. I wouldn’t want to just sit around whispering and sipping hot chocolate.

Any success I have had has not happened overnight; the journey has never felt like me sitting in the back of a limousine sipping champagne. It has always been more like riding up a hill on a pushbike, and the chain has come off.

The retriever took each bit of meat from his master’s hand with a delicacy almost equal to that of a hummingbird sipping sugar water from a garden feeder, and when it was all gone, he gazed up at Dusty with an adoration that could not have been much less than the love with which the angels regard God.

Disrespect is tired. Shade is old. Sipping ‘tea’ isn’t cute. But loving, supporting, giving, being grateful and perpetuating light, is.