Cafe Quotes

He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all.

I can remember sittin' in a cafe when I first started in rodeo, and waitin' until somebody got done so I could finish what they left.

Streets crowded with people strolling, or sitting at outdoor cafes.

And always, talking, gesturing, singing, laughing. I liked Rome immediately.Everybody was a performer.

I'm happy to just sit in a cafe and watch people. It's my favorite thing to do, for sure.

When I sit in Paris in a cafe, surrounded by people, I don't sit casually - I go over a certain sonata in my head and discover new things all the time.

My perfect morning is spent drinking coffee, eating porridge and reading the paper at a local cafe.

It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old water-proof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait. The waiter brought it and I took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat and a pencil and started to write.

I don't want to be famous. I like to be able to sit in a cafe and watch the world go by and observe people.

I like chance meetings--life is full of them.

Everyday, without realizing it, I pass people whom I should know. At this moment, in this cafe, we're sitting next to strangers. Everyone will get up, leave, and go on their own way. And they'll never meet again. And if they do, they won't realize that it's not for the first time.

I'm never bored, never ever bored. If I've got a day off I'll sit in a cafe and watch and observe. I'm a great observer.

And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss.

All romantics meet the same fate some day. Drunk and cynical and boring someone in some dark cafe.

You get to where you kind of like it, and It's a habit That's hard to break.

I still find myself sittin' in a cafe, like a pizza parlor.

When cafe life thrives, talk is a shared limberness of the mind that improves appetite for conversation: an adequate sentence maker is then made good, a good one excellent, an excellent one extraordinary.

You know how Mexican restaurants always have "border" in the name: Border Grill, Border Cafe. You wouldn't do that to black people: Kunta's Kitchen or Shackles. They don't do it to white people. You don't see the Honkey Grill, the Cracker Barrel... oh, nevermind.

Cooking for six people every day is like having a cafe.

I hate solitude but I am afraid of intimacy.

The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself and to turn it into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls.

The cafe was called Tattoos. The fella who owned it didn't have any tattoos... but we never saw his wife.

All great questions must be raised by great voices, and the greatest voice is the voice of the people - speaking out - in prose, or painting or poetry or music; speaking out - in homes and halls, streets and farms, courts and cafes - let that voice speak and the stillness you hear will be the gratitude of mankind.

I work on a laptop specifically so I can work in cafes and pretend I'm part of the human world.

Of course I have played outdoor games. I once played dominoes in an open air cafe in Paris.

The modern mocha is a bittersweet concoction of imperialism, genocide, invention, and consumerism served with whipped cream on top

Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets - as vast and indestructible as nature itself.

I have a study now - I used not to. I also love working in cafes; ignoring noise is good for concentration.

But one of the most fantastic things about Ireland and Dublin is that the pubs are like Paris and the cafe culture. And Dublin, in many ways, is a pub culture.

The food in the House of Commons is fairly good.

The cafe in Portcullis House is really very high quality, and you also have a choice of eating in the more traditional restaurants, the Churchill Room or the Members' Dining Room. I don't often eat in them, though, as I'm usually on the run.

As I sat at the Cafe I said to myself, They may talk as they please about what they call pelf, They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking, But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho! How pleasant it is to have money!

The most important part of a city is its people.

In fact, people for me are like little cities. When you meet someone, it's like you've found a new city to explore. You take a tram, visit the museums and operas and cafes.

If we believe [Obama] to be a good man who would never kill noncombatants in a cafe in Houston, sitting out in a sidewalk cafe, smoking - oh, that's right you're not allowed to smoke cigarettes anymore.

Never mind the track. The track is for punks. We are Road People. We are Cafe Racers.

In the cafe bathroom drinking free tap water Thinking;

"Damn, I should've been a better father to my daughter"

We always knew how to honor fallen soldiers.

They were killed for our sake, they went out on our mission. But how are we to mourn a random man killed in a terrorist attack while sitting in a cafe? How do you mourn a housewife who got on a bus and never returned?

Day after day, night after night, my life at home is far from bright, but even home has more variety, than I can find in cafe society.

I spend my time sitting in train stations, parks, parking lots, cafes, just looking at people - eavesdropping, basically. I'm vulnerable to all of it.