Spoonful Quotes Novels & Stories

“You told me you were famished yet you wanted to stop eating after taking barely five scoops of your meal, telling me you are full. That's absurd.” “No it's not. There are people who don't need large portions of food to get full.” “So you need just five scoops of food to get full.” “Well…” I tilt my head from side to side as I think of a response to give him but none comes to mind. “Well…” I stall as I try to think harder, but my mind is still empty. I finally give up. “You know what? Yes! I only need five scoops of any meal to get full no matter how hungry I am.”

“I’m just all out of spoons.” I frowned. Out of spoons? What did spoons have to do with anything? It took a moment for me to decide she was not talking about literal spoons, that it had something to do with her mood. “Is it okay if I sit?” I asked. When she nodded, I sat beside her and asked, “Is there any way I can help you get more spoons?” She was quiet for so long that I thought I had said the wrong thing. Right when I was about to apologize, she shot me a disbelieving look. “You want to help me?”

Gabriel frowned. "Not really, if you want to try it, you can use my spoon." "Mmm, if the spoon used to be used by my wife's lips, the taste must be much more enjoyable many times over," Gabriel teased, echoing in his mind. Drrt…Drrt…

I protested, "You're just skeptical of everything. You don't believe in romance, true love, horoscopes, personality tests, and all that because you refuse to believe in the good things in life." "Because there are none. At least, not permanent." "There's nothing permanent." I smacked his head playfully and continued, "Not everyone or everything will stay but isn't the memory of them that stayed back then is what's important?" Damon was dumbfounded for a while then he cleared his throat, changing the topic as he noticed the spoon I used, he asked, "What's with that spoon? Is it that special?" "Yeah, of course, I took it from Dylan's apartment. It's my beloved treasure." I boasted as I wiped t

the way it held just a fraction too long. “You need your strength, “she said quietly. “No one gets better without eating.” No one gets better. The words settled heavily in my chest. “I will eat.” I murmured, lowering my gaze, letting my hand move towards the bowl again. Slower this time. measure. I dipped the spoon, lifted it halfway, then let it hover, as if the effort alone had drained me.

It was something simple yet full of warmth. He picked up the spoon and took a sip. The broth was rich and savory, with a hint of sweetness from the dates. Warmth spread through him, sinking into his bones and loosening something deep in his chest. Even that lingering heaviness in his soul seemed to lift a little. "It's good," he said, and meant it. A real smile tugged at his lips. Hearing that made Fiona beam. "Have as much as you want. I'll bring you another bowl if you want more."

I said to him. "Or you feel it's poisoned? I would never go that low to poison you. I would either see you up bit by bit or pin you to the wall, and check how many bullets I can nail into you with a blindfold," he said, and I swallowed hard. He snapped his hand, and the man in the room pulled out a spoon. Then he dipped the spoon in the rice, and took a spoon full of rice. He ate it. "The best and finely prepared meals are from my kitchen," he said, and then he put the spoon away.

I didn't even read the caption , l just foced a smile on my face. "They are really funny", She cackled all the way to the single serve coffee maker. "I forgot to bring it for you",she went on as she brewed a cup for me. "It's fine", l retorted as l watched her put two spoons of sugar. Yes the weaning had started because two spoons of sugar were not for me.

he said and was about to start eating when he realised I had brought only one spoon, " Why do we have just one spoon here?" " Cause the food is specially prepared for you Richard" " But that doesn't mean you can't eat from eat, does it?" " No it doesn't Richard, but I need you to eat and get satisfied, remember the kitchen is just a seconds away" He smiled and pushed further more but I insisted, then he grabbed his spoon and started eating, the food must really taste nice from the look on his face, I kept salivating, it was then I realised I had starved myself for two good days.

I sighed. “You will be if you don’t get this right,” she replied. Then she sighed dramatically. “This is the desert spoon,” she said, holding up a spoon. “This is the coffee spoon.” She held up another one, shaking it in my face. “And THIS is the soup spoon. Yes?” I nodded and bit my lip. Honestly, I’d had enough. I decided in that moment, while an etiquette teacher waved a silver spoon in my face, that it was time to talk to Zane. I needed to ask him why I was here. I felt like some sort of accessory.