Tea and Water give each other life,” the Professor was saying. “The tea is still alive. This tea has tea and water vitality,” he added, “…Afterwards, the taste still happens… It rises like velvet… It is a performance.”
"And so it continued all day, wynde after wynde, From a room beyond came the whistle of a teakettle. 'Now, you really must join me. I've some marvelous Darjeeling, and some delicious petit fours a friend of mine gave me for Christmas."
"I don't drink coffee; I take tea, my dear."
"It was as if we were at the heart of a maze. We were overwhelmed by the enormity of the tasks ahead. Mary had given us a bottle of milk and a spoonful of loose tea, and so, unable to decide what to do, we did what all Irish men and women do: we had tea. Suddenly the sun appeared and not for the first or last time we felt it uplifting us and changing everything. It seemed like a holiday."
"'The tea is coming!' ...she may want a martini, but make her drink tea."
"[I am] a hardened and shameless tea drinker, who for twenty years diluted his meals with only the infusion of the fascinating plant; who with tea amused the evening, with tea solaced the midnight, and with tea welcomed the morning.
"Cynthia came in quietly and set a cup of tea before him. He kissed her hand, inexpressibly grateful, and she went back into the kitchen. When we view the little things with thanksgiving, even they become big things."
"A Little Princess...it's always tea-time... "
"He boils milk with fresh ginger, a quarter of a vanilla bean, and tea that is so dark and fine-leaved that it looks like black dust. He strains it and puts cane sugar in both our cups. There's something euphorically invigorating and yet filling about it. It tastes the way I imagine the Far East must taste."
"If you are cold, tea will warm you; If you are too heated, it will cool you; If you are depressed, it will cheer you; If you are excited, it will calm you "Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea! How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea."
"Bill Bryson, Notes from a Small Island He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. 'I am', he sighed deeply, 'contented as a clam. I am a most happy man."
"Tea. Earl Grey. Hot. And whoever this "Earl Grey" fellow is, I'd like to have a word with him... "
"Talk and tea is his specialty," said Giles. "He has about five cups of tea a day. But he works splendidly when we are looking."
"Deep Space 9 Pour me a little more tea, would you dear? I can drink it till it comes out of my ears."
"Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth"
"I hope next time when we meet, we won't be fighting each other. Instead we will be drinking tea together."
"While we got hotter and thirstier as the heat beat down on us. The somebody would call in a voice full of elation"
"Talk and tea is his specialty," said Giles. "He has Come along inside... We'll see if tea and buns can make the world a better place."
"The mug from the washstand was used as Becky's tea cup, and the tea was so delicious that it was not necessary to pretend that it was anything but tea."
"I always fear that creation will expire before teatime."
"The Infusion of a China plant sweetened with the pith of an Indian Cane."
"My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody."
"Tea with lemon please"
"When all is complete deep in the teapot, when tea, mint, and sugar have completely diffused throughout the water, coloring and saturating it...then a glass will be filled and poured back into the mixture, blending it further. The comes waiting. Motionless waiting. Finally, from high up, like some green cataract whose sight and sound mesmerize, the tea will once again cascade into a glass. Now it can be drunk, dreamily, forehead bowed, fingers held wide away from the scalding glass."
"On the hob was a little brass kettle, hissing and boiling; spread upon the floor was a warm, thick rug; before the fire was a folding-chair, unfolded and with cushions upon it, by the chair was a small folding-table, unfolded, covered with a white cloth, and upon it were spread small covered dishes, a cup and saucer, and a tea-pot; on the bed were new, warm coverings, a curious wadded silk robe, and some books. The little, cold, miserable room seemed changed into Fairyland. It was actually warm and glowing. "
"My dear, if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs."