Celebration is life's frosting: isn't frosting the very best part of the cake?
Fortunately, all it takes for us to be of one mind is some buttercream frosting.
Many mornings I check out the news as soon as I wake up, because if it turns out that the world is coming to an end that day, I am going to eat the frosting off an entire carrot cake; just for a start. Then I will move onto vats of clam dip, pots of crime brûlée, nachos, M & M's etc. Then I will max out both my credit cards.
We're really just the frosting on a cake and we don't know what's inside the cake.
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.
My life is full, and I love it. Acting is the frosting on the cake for me.
It seems mutants have something in their lives called gravy. They know truth, but it is buried under thickening and spices of convenience, materialism, insecurity, and fear. They also have something called frosting. It seems to represent how they spend almost all the seconds of their existence in doing superficial, artificial, temporary, pleasant-tasting, nice appearing projects and spend very few actual seconds of their lives developing their eternal beingness.
I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.
Eve hugged her, hard. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “What happened to the old frosting?” Shane, sitting at the table, raised his hand. “Took one for the team. ” “Jesus, you ate it? All of it?” “Nah. ” He held up the bowl that was sitting in front of him. There was still about half a cup left. “Couldn’t finish it all. ” Eve blinked and looked at Claire, who shrugged and said, “I always thought he was sweet.
Writing is only the frosting on my cake. Im whole without it.
Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.
Drama is not my passion. If I do it, it's for a check. It's not what I want to do. Comedy's my thing. Stand up's my thing. Everything that comes from that is frosting on the cake.
. . . language is not the frosting, it's the cake.
The arts are not frosting but baking soda.
Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.
Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.
