A Quote by Ingmar Bergman

Everything is worth precisely as much as a belch, the difference being that a belch is more satisfying. — © Ingmar Bergman
Everything is worth precisely as much as a belch, the difference being that a belch is more satisfying.
When you cut it up, put the pieces in your mouth and swallowed them, the British hamburger shaped itself to the bottom on your stomach like ballast, while interacting with your gastric juices to form an incipient belch of enormous potential, an airship which had been inflated in a garage. This belch, when silently released, would cause people standing twenty yards away to start examining the soles of their shoes. The vocalized version sounded like a bag of tools thrown into a bog.
There is no food more satiating than milk and honey; and just as such foods produce disgust for the palate, so perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.
I'm an amazing cook. And I'm a gentleman but can belch the entire alphabet. Classy.
Perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.
Thy food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
The food here is so tasteless you could eat a meal of it and belch and it wouldn't remind you of anything.
I drink a lot of Diet Coke and belch. I've been known to use the ''f'' word.
Meg and Belch only had eyes for each other. Not in the usual romantic sense.
Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.
Pulchritude--beauty where you would least suspect it, hidden in a word that looked like it should signify a belch or a skin infection.
To be my man, you have to put up with a lot. I toot under the sheets, I spend a lot of money and I can belch the ABCs.
I drink booze, I smoke, and I'm hooked on caffeine. I actually have been known to swear at times and belch and even raise my voice when provoked. And I'm not physically repressed!
Sometimes I stand there going, 'I'm not doing any of this right!' And then I get this big man belch out of her, and I go, 'Ah, we accomplished this together.'
Tis not a year or two shows us a man: They are all but stomachs, and we all but food; They eat us hungerly, and when they are full They belch us.
Female characters in literature are full. They're messy: they've got runny noses and burp and belch. Unfortunately, in film, female characters don't often have that kind of richness.
Dining out is a vice, a dissipation of spirit punished by remorse. We eat, drink, and talk a little too much, abuse all our friends, belch out our literary preferences and are egged on by accomplices in the audience to acts of mental exhibitionism. Such evenings cannot fail to diminish those who take part in them. They end on Monkey Hill.
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