O why do I ever let anyone read what I write! Every time I have to go through a breakfast with a letter of criticism I swear I will write for my own praise or blame in future. It is a misery.
I must have a drink of breakfast.
I eat "NOs" for breakfast.
I never knew anyone yet who got up at six who did anything more useful between that time and breakfast than banging a tennis ballup against the side of the house, waiting for the more civilized members of the party to get up.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
Every film is a remake of a previous film, or a remake of a television series that everyone loved in the 1960s, or a remake of a television series that everyone hated in the 1960s. Or it's a theme park ride; it will soon come to breakfast cereal mascots.
I'll be in hell before you start breakfast - let her rip!
I generally wake up at 4:30, have breakfast No. 1, then get to the pool by 5 a. m.
The man who lives in contact with what he believes to be a living Church is a man always expecting to meet Plato and Shakespeare tomorrow at breakfast. He is always expecting to see some truth that he has never seen before.
Here's me opening my wrists before breakfast, Christmas day, and here's you asking if it hurt. Here's where I choose between mea culpa and Why the hell should I tell you?
Never work before breakfast; if you have to work before breakfast, eat your breakfast first.
Who has not wished that his host would come out frankly at the beginning of the visit and state, in no uncertain terms, the rulesand preferences of the household in such matters as the breakfast hour? And who has not sounded out his guest to find out what he likes in the regulation of his diet and modus vivendi (mode of living)?
I havent really eaten breakfast since high school.
The Breakfast of Champions isn't cereal, it's the competition!
Writing's just as natural to me as getting up and cooking breakfast.
I had sadness for breakfast.
What a shame it is for a nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.
[ Full English breakfast] it's what we grew up with! It is the one big treat that the kids get on the weekend - it's good family time.
You know those days when you get the mean reds?