Tea Time Quotes

“She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

“Some days 'staying put' might feel the same as Going Nowhere.
Make a cup of tea, and wait for that feeling to pass.”
― Vivian Swift, When Wanderers Cease to Roam: A Traveler's Journal of Staying Put

“We are the sugar in life’s cup of tea.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“Tea was the great arbiter of many things, and for Pastaddams, his morning cup meant the difference between expressing rational thought and succumbing to the ineptitude that occupied recesses of his dormant mind. Merely having the cup in his hand facilitated the flow of ideas, and upon tea, the great nourishment of the tailor’s life, rested all his claims to rational dependence.”
― Michelle Franklin

“Perhaps trust had to be accompanied by a measure of common sense, and a hefty dose of realism about human nature. But that would need a lot of thinking about, and the tea break did not go on forever.”
― Alexander McCall Smith, The Good Husband of Zebra Drive

“Teapots are not generally known for their aerodynamic qualities, hence the proclivity for their use during breaks between fighting rather than as an actual weapon of war.”
― Jeffery Russell, The Dungeoneers

“With that, the broody rebel bastard swung the door open and stepped through. “Time to go to tea.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Tempting Ballad

“I do what us Brits do best: brew a pot of tea to make everything feel just that little bit better”
― Megan Clawson, Falling Hard for the Royal Guard

“Her favourite meal was tea, because the tea-table can be supplied economically, and there is an elasticity about tea which suited her gregarious temper.”
― Virginia Woolf, The London Scene: Six Essays on London Life

“Vera moved to the tea table. There was a cheerful rattle and clink of china. Normality returned.

Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!”
― Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None

“Not The Done Thing by Stewart Stafford

Pass the strawberry conserve here,
Layer some cream on top,
This is how one eats scones, my dear,
We’re not pigs feeding in a trough.

Pinky raised when you sip tea,
No slurping sounds escaping your mouth,
Cucumber sandwiches in tiny triangles,
Crusts of bread all cut out.

Drawing room dramas over cordials ensue,
Gossip exchanged with finest manners,
Secrets kept as the cabal breaks up,
The public face flew on their banners.

© 2021, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford