Soup puts the heart at ease, calms down the violence of hunger, eliminates the tension of the day, and awakens and refines the appetite.
Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.
Real soup is to the body what peace is to the soul.
A first-rate soup is more creative than a second-rate painting.
Soup not only warms you and is easy to swallow and to digest, it also creates the illusion in the back of your mind that Mother is there.
Soup is cuisines kindest course
I want you to stop running from thing to thing to thing, and to sit down at the table, to offer the people you love something humble and nourishing, like soup and bread, like a story, like a hand holding another hand while you pray. We live in a world that values us for how fast we go, for how much we accomplish, for how much life we can pack into one day. But I'm coming to believe it's in the in-between spaces that our lives change, and that the real beauty lies there.
A home is a place where a pot of fresh soup simmers gently on the hob, filling the kitchen with soft aromas . . . and filling your heart, and later your tummy, with joy.
I live on good soup, not on fine words.
Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish, game or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two pennyworth of beautiful soup?
A little spoon for a cup of soup teaches to be patient; and the big one, to be greedy!
Do you have a kinder, more adaptable friend in the food world than soup? Who soothes you when you are ill? Who refuses to leave you when you are impoverished and stretches its resources to give a hearty sustenance and cheer? Who warms you in the winter and cools you in the summer? Yet who also is capable of doing honor to your richest table and impressing your most demanding guests? Soup does its loyal best, no matter what undignified conditions are imposed upon it. You don't catch steak hanging around when you're poor and sick, do you?
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.
Bad news should be followed with soup. Then a nap.
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Soup is the song of the hearth... and the home.
It is impossible to think of any good meal, no matter how plain or elegant, without soup or bread in it
Look, getting bullied in school and coming home crying in the rain and my mom making me a can of Campbell's Tomato Soup with some oysterettes. It was comfort food; that is what food should be.
What is the soup kitchen?
A little science. A little magic. A little chicken soup.
I always think if you have to cook once, it should feed you twice. If you're going to make a big chicken and vegetable soup for lunch on Monday, you stick it in the refrigerator and it's also for Wednesday's dinner.
There ain't no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by it.
Good manners: The noise you don't make when you're eating soup.
As the days grow short, some faces grow long. But not mine. Every autumn, when the wind turns cold and darkness comes early, I am suddenly happy. It's time to start making soup again.
An army travels on its stomach. Soup makes the soldier.
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