A Quote by Nora Ephron

Eat every meal as if it's your last; when the last one comes, you probably won't be very hungry. — © Nora Ephron
Eat every meal as if it's your last; when the last one comes, you probably won't be very hungry.
You have had your last bad meal. But, you have also heard your last honest compliment, and you have lost your last true friend.
You are hungry all the time for the last two months before a competition. Every survival thing on your body is telling you that you must eat.
The last laugh, the last cup of coffee, the last sunset, the last time you jump through a sprinkler, or eat an ice-cream cone, or stick your tongue out to catch a snowflake. You just don't know.
Remember that any meal can be your last. You chose to travel with us, so tonight you will eat fish. Tomorrow, you may die.
What happens if you are the last (the very, very last) of your species, and you die - and humans notice? We live, increasingly, at a time when extinctions are recorded, remembered, and the last animal (or plant) in its line, by virtue of its being last, becomes a kind of celebrity. Its finality becomes a thing to honor.
When the last sea is sailed and last shallow charted, When the last field is reaped and the last harvest stored, When the last fire is out and the last guest departed Grant the last prayer that I pray, Be good to me, O Lord.
Maybe the last human being on Earth won't die of starvation or exposure or as a meal of wild animals. Maybe the last one to die will be killed by the last one alive.
Every lord's mansion stands on the foundation of your bones, soldier, every field has been saturated with your sweat, and you, peasant, even if you worked your arms down to the stub, if you won a hundred battles, and faithfully gave the last drop of your blood for your country, you would always be a slave. There is no land for you, no heaven, no shelter, not even a doghouse where you could rest your poor head. You are the last before God and before people, the last one.
When the last tree is cut, the last fish is caught, and the last river is polluted; when to breathe the air is sickening, you will realize, too late, that wealth is not in bank accounts and that you can't eat money.
You never know when it will be the last time you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.
Whenever I eat a meal, I always leave the last bite on my plate. I don't know why, it's just a thing with me.
Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realise that we can not eat money.
You can't manufacture the feeling of being in a small crowd and connecting on every single level to the very last person in the very last row in the back.
You're only as good as your last joke, your last show, your last whatever. The confidence is there, but underneath, there is always insecurity.
It's the fun part of this business: you never know what your day is gonna hold. Some things could be very, very last-minute. It could be at that very last second. So, it's pretty wild, and it keeps you on your toes. That's for sure.
There's nothing you can really do to prepare to rock. Do you prepare to eat a delicious meal? Are you hungry? Then you're gonna eat it.
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