Cheese Quotes

“Hellish dark, and smells of cheese!”

“There's always free cheese in a mousetrap.”

“Cheese like pizzeria, have a seat bitch please, Ikea.”

“When life gives you cheese, send a thank you bell to the cow.”

“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”

“A slice of pie without cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze.”

“Many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese — toasted, mostly.”

“Cheese is the celebration of milk when it goes 'off' big-time-stylee.”

“Wikipedia: Cheese”

“A poet's hope: to be,
like some valley cheese,
local, but prized elsewhere.”

“Wiktionary: Cheese”

“Ye set circumquaques to make me beleue
Or thinke, that the moone is made of gréene chéese.”

“"Why did you yell, 'Cheese'?" And The Man would tell him mockingly, "Because I felt like it, you stupid machine."”

“I was upset, so I had a little brie.  And a little havarti.  And…some cheddar; maybe a bit of camembert—  Anyway…”

“Un dessert sans fromage est une belle à qui il manqu un œil.
• Translation: A desert without cheese is like a beautiful woman missing an eye.”

“A farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair;
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
And I met with a ballad, I can't say where,
Which wholly consisted of lines like these.”

“On ne peut pas rassembler les Françis que sous le coup de la peur. On ne peut pas rassembler à froid un pays qui compte 265 spécialités de fromages.
• Translation: The French will only be united under the threat of danger. Nobody can simply bring together a country that has 265 kinds of cheese.”

“Two-thirds of the apples and nine-tenths of the pears that we eat are imported, not to mention two thirds of the cheese. And that is a disgrace. From the apple that dropped on Isaac Newton’s head to the orchards of nursery rhymes, this fruit has always been a part of Britain. I want our children to grow up enjoying the taste of British apples as well as Cornish sardines, Norfolk turkey, Melton Mowbray pork pies, Wensleydale cheese, Herefordshire pears and of course black pudding.”

“Our Transatlantic cousins are very fond of apple-pie. It is consumed to a large extent all over the country. Not raised apple-pie; but flat, and with a paste that is invariably very coarse and indigestible. You have a triangular-shaped slice put on your plate, and (in some parts of America) if you do not want to be singular you will eat it with a bit of cheese, Yorkshire fashion. As an American lady once graphically put it:
"Apple-pie without cheese
Is like a kiss without a squeeze."”