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Quotations about Cookies

Welcome to my page of quotations about cookies! Sweet, buttery, crispy, chewy, gooey, melty, comforting — yum, yum, yum! —tg

A full cooky-jar!... that ought to be the symbol of our happy home. May it always be full! ~Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron, A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband, 1917

There I was, sleeping peacefully… all of a sudden, I thought I heard a hundred-voice chocolate chip cookie choir calling me… ~Charles Schulz, Peanuts, 1983 (Snoopy)

Basic etiquette: When a cookie calls out to you by name, it’s only polite to answer. ~Sandra Boynton,

Invite your melancholy outside for a walk. Or read it a poem. Or bake it chocolate chip cookies. ~Dr. SunWolf,

Relationship status: eating Oreos in bed  ~Keith Wynn, tweet, 2017

FREDDY:  Tell me a story, grandma.
GRANDMA:  What kind, dearie?
FREDDY:  One that I have to eat cookies to listen to.
~Life, 1922

The day the Thin Mints are delivered to my doorstep should be a national holiday. ~Tony Delgrosso, @Tony_D, tweet, 2016

To me, a caraway cooky is a delectable tid-bit, losing nothing if eaten by itself, but gaining incalculably if nibbled with afternoon tea. Those who do not regard it with joy puzzle me a little, I confess. In what spirit, I ask sadly, do they look upon existence, if a caraway cooky fails to stimulate within them a pious gratitude for the privilege of living? ~Anonymous, "The Philosophy of Tea-Cakes," The Contributors' Club, The Atlantic Monthly, August 1913

I’m no foreign policy expert, but I hypothesize that the key to world peace could very well be a good batch of cookies. ~Keith Wynn, tweet, 2018

Who needs astrology? The wise man gets by on fortune cookies. ~Edward Abbey

Some things can only be understood when you're in a tree house. With a pile of warm chocolate chip cookies. And a book. ~Dr. SunWolf,

You can rig up a house with all manner of things,
      The prayer rugs of sultans and princes and kings;
      You can hang on its walls the old tapestries rare
      Which some dead Egyptian once treasured with care;
      But though costly and gorgeous its furnishings are,
      It must have, to be homelike, an old cookie jar.
There are just a few things that a home must possess,
      Besides all your money and all your success—
      A few good old books which some loved one has read,
      Some trinkets of those whose sweet spirits have fled,
      And then in the pantry, not shoved back too far
      For the hungry to get to, that old cookie jar.
Let the house be a mansion, I care not at all!
      Let the finest of pictures be hung on each wall,
      Let the carpets be made of the richest velour,
      And the chairs only those which great wealth can procure,
      I'd still want to keep for the joy of my flock
      That homey, old-fashioned, well-filled cookie crock.
Like the love of the Mother it shines through our years;
      It has soothed all our hurts and has dried away tears;
      It has paid us for toiling; in sorrow or joy,
      It has always shown kindness to each girl and boy;
      And I'm sorry for people, whoever they are,
      Who live in a house where there's no cookie jar.
~Edgar A. Guest, "The Cookie Jar," When Day Is Done, 1921

Think what a better world it would be if we all — the whole world — had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. ~Robert Fulghum, All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, 1986

I've got a thing inside my head
That's made of tacks and spools of thread,
And little sticks, and wheels, and springs,
And scissors, and all sorts of things.
Besides, it's like a little trap:
When thoughts come in, I hear it snap!...
It's like Dad's typewriter machine,
With clocks, and such things, in between.
It's something like his cam'ra, too;
And like my paints—red, green, and blue.
It ticks out thoughts and ticks 'em in,
As fast as all the wheels can spin...
Guess what it's just been telling me?
It said I must go quietly
And find that great, big, heavy jar—
The one where all the cookies are.
~Julian Street, "The Think-box," c.1909

Chocolate chips are about as iconic a cookie ingredient as one can get. ~Isa Chandra Moskowitz & Terry Hope Romero, Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar, 2009

This website uses cookies. Please check your keyboard for chocolate chips. ~Andy Lee, 2013

Relationship status: just winked at a plate of chocolate chip cookies ~Keith Wynn, tweet, 2017

      Have you one of things inside of you, which snaps when you are too wicked?...
      Sometimes men in the magazines or in the movies are the sort who work themselves to death... Again and again, their doctors tell them that they must not work so hard. But they are such demons for work that they just will not quit... Then one bright day—
      Something inside them seems to snap!
      You will now recall thousands of instances, I am sure, in which magazine and movie heroes have gone just so far and then (almost after it was too late), have been saved by the fortunate interior snap of which I speak. It always comes just in the nick of time.
      Perhaps you, like I, have regarded it as all bosh. I confess I have regarded it as all bosh. I thought it was just a trick by which writers loosened their heroes from impossible situations. I really did. That is, until I had my own experience, which I will tell you about.
      Now I was a ginger cookie fiend. I was perhaps one of the worst ginger cookie fiends in pathological history. I would eat ginger cookies by the bagful. Time and time again, my wife used to bring a large pan of ginger cookies to my study, and I would eat the entire panful at one sitting, and beg her for more. I was my wife's first husband, so she thought nothing about my appetite for ginger cookies; she merely thought that any other husband would have acted similarly if given such perfect ginger cookies.
      It was not until I took to barking like a dog, when the pan was empty, that my wife became alarmed and realized that my case was peculiar. She afterwards confessed to me that she consulted specialists.
      I became worse and worse. I recall that one day I ate 3,451 ginger cookies. I had little time for anything else. My habit was interfering with my golf. I became exceedingly nervous. Finally, I, myself, consulted a doctor. He simply said: "Too much ginger. You will have to cut out ginger."
      But I paid no attention to him.
      Then, one day, after I had eaten an entire crate of ginger cookies...
      Something inside of me seemed to snap!
      You may think I am merely trying to end my story, but it is the truth. I snapped. I have already said that I used to bark — but now I snapped. And I snapped not outside, but inside!
      I knew immediately that I had eaten my last ginger cookie. Since that moment I have never had the least desire for a ginger cookie. It is strange, I know, but I haven't.
      I only tell my story that others may be helped by it. If you have any bad habits, do not give them up. Just go along, and some day something inside of you will seem to snap. ~Don Herold, "Something Seemed to Snap," So Human, 1924  [Better title for this essay would've been "Ginger Snap." —tg]

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