Ice Cream Quotes

“Number of empty Ben & Jerry's containers: 3 -- two mint chocolate cookie, one plain vanilla. (Who buys plain vanilla ice cream from Ben & Jerry's, anyway? Is there a greater waste?)”
― Ally Carter

“Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen

“... everyone knows that ice cream is worth the trouble of being cold. Like all things virtuous, you have to suffer to gain the reward.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Rithmatist

“Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.”
― Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love

“Inej cleared her throat. “You do look a bit …”
“Enchanting,” said Matthias.
Nina was about to snap that she didn’t appreciate the sarcasm when she saw the expression on his face. He looked like someone had just given him a tuba full of puppies.
“You could be a maiden on the first day of Roennigsdjel.”
“What is Roennigsdjel?” asked Kuwei.
“Some festival,” replied Nina. “I can’t remember. But I’m pretty sure it involves eating a lot of elk. Let’s go, you big goon—and I’m supposed to be your sister, stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m made of ice cream.”
“I don’t care for ice cream.”
“Matthias,” Nina said, “I’m not sure we can continue to spend time together.” But she couldn’t quite keep the satisfaction from her voice. Apparently she was going to have to stock up on ugly knitwear.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Without ice cream, there would be darkness and chaos.”
― Don Kardong

“Revenge is sweet, but ice cream is sweeter.” She goes to the freezer and removes a tub of mint chocolate chip. She brings that and two spoons back to the sofa. “For now, accept this delight, unworthy though it is for the Queen of Faerie in exile.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“[I]t was the color of someone buying you an ice cream cone for no reason at all.”
― Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?

“Have you ever spent days and days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no one's ever eaten before? Like chicken and telepone ice cream? Green mouse ice cream was the worst. I didn't like that at all.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives

“There were some problems only coffee and ice cream could fix.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, Steam-Powered: Lesbian Steampunk Stories

“...stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot oftener, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. ”
― Robert J. Hastings, Tinyburg Tales

“This one is called "Chunky Munky".' Nadia stopped with the spoon halfway to her mouth. 'But isn´t a monkey a small chattering Earth creature that lives in trees?' she asked faintly. 'Are ... are you telling me I´m eating chunks of its flesh?'
'Ugh.' Sophia shivered. 'What a thought! The poor monkeys!'
Nadia felt ill. 'Is that why this stuff is called 'I Scream?' Because the animal screams when they make it into dessert?”
― Evangeline Anderson, Found

“She put a spoonful of mint chocolate chip in her mouth. [...]
"Let me try it."
She held her bowl toward him, but he didn't put his spoon in it. He trailed his fingers over her jaw as he tipped her head back and sealed his lips over hers. His tongue speared into her mouth, and the salt of him mixed with the flavor of the ice cream. She didn't know if she was mortified, shocked, aroused or all three.”
― Helen Hoang, The Kiss Quotient

“If your arteries are good, eat more ice cream. If they are bad, drink more red wine. Proceed thusly.”
― Sandra Byrd, Bon Appetit

“Personally, I like to mix and match--I prefer to get a couple of milk shakes, a banana split ... a sundae or two. Then I top it off with a mocha chip in a cone. I don't know why. I guess that's like the dinner mint at the end of a meal to me. Know what I mean?"

Mary had to turn around again. Bitty was looking forward, her brows super-high, her little face the picture of surprise.

"He's not kidding," Mary murmured. "Even if you're not into the ice cream, watching him eat all that is something to see.”
― J.R. Ward, The Beast

“That was the best ice-cream soda I ever tasted. (Last words.)”
― Lou Costello

“Of course, that rationalization didn't work at all. It would have helped if I'd had some Oreo cookie ice cream to eat at the same time. I've learned that self-delusion is much easier when there's something sweet in your mouth.”
― Lee Goldberg, Mr. Monk on the Couch

“-"What's that for?"
-"Have a little bread with your ice cream," she told me.”
― Astrid Amara, Holiday Outing

“Abby wouldn't want you to suffer because of some jerk that kidnapped her. She would want you to go on your trip so that she would have fun torturing you for not being a puddle on the ground with a box of tissues and an empty gallon of ice cream by your side. Then afterwards to hit you for thinking she was seriously hoping you would be doing that.”
― Ottilie Weber, Family Ties

“They are lovely in the way that all cherry blossom is lovely--- pink and frilly and slightly cloying to the eye--- but a few steps away from the crowds is a hut selling ice cream. I queue for a cornet, which comes with a perfect soft-serve swirl that id then showered with gold leaf. Tiny snowflakes of gold on a wave of vanilla ice cream that I eat under the cherry trees. Silly, decadent and breathtakingly beautiful.


A gnarled, grey tree whose branches are covered in creamy-white bubbles of opening blossom. It is like a tree festooned with popcorn.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“I did a deep dive into Japanese savory ice cream, flavored with the likes of octopus, cactus, ox tongue, wasabi, chicken wing and crab.”
― Laurie Woolever, Care and Feeding: A Memoir – A Candid, Funny, and Devastating Story of the Food World and a Cultural Reckoning

“After the interview and photo shoot, Cantu invited us to dinner at Moto, where we ate a poached scallop and "pearls" of squid ink sealed inside a polymerized shell made from a buttery saffron and seafood broth; beet-flavored cotton candy, sweet and earthy and fantastic; a menu printed on fully edible paper, with ink that tasted like a tangy aged Manchego cheese; and freeze-dried ice cream pellets with twenty-five-year-old balsamic vinegar, with the richness and complexity of a Sauternes.”
― Laurie Woolever, Care and Feeding: A Memoir – A Candid, Funny, and Devastating Story of the Food World and a Cultural Reckoning

“You are the ice cream sandwich connoisseur of your generation.

Blessed are your floral shorteralls, your deeply pink fanny pack with travel-size lint roller just in case.

Level of splendiferous in your outfit: 200.”
― Chen Chen

“The first round of dessert was a glass-like tortellini filled with rose hip fudge, flower petals, and wood sorrel. The inside was sweet, jammy, and tasted of cooked plum. And then the final dish: a small potted purple oxalis plant surrounded by fresh herbs, which gave Cassie a feeling of déjà vu.
"And we've come full circle," said Kelly, picking up the hand-forged garden trowel that came with the plate. She cut the dish in half, revealing a layered cake of rose-scented ice cream in a chocolate pot topped with edible chocolate dirt.”
― Emily Arden Wells, Eat Post Like

“Cassie perused the offerings, her mouth watering with excitement. Lemon cream, raspberry ricotta and meringue, Parmesan, creamed corn, cassis, persimmon, summer fig, bergamot, tiramisu, creamed coffee, watermelon cream... the list went on and on.
"Oh my god, how do you even decide?" Her head was spinning.
"Well, I like to do a combination. One fruit, one nut, one cream--- or chocolate, depending on my mood. So tonight I'm going to have wild strawberry, pistachio, and salted caramel. Pistachio is my constant. I always order it. It's my litmus test to judge the gelateria."
"Excellent strategy." She nodded and perused the case while Eamon ordered. She decided on Parmesan, fig, and blue honey with walnuts. "I'm going for the cheese plate combo," she joked.”
― Emily Arden Wells, Eat Post Like

“Despite all my other anxieties, as I set about the recipe--- grinding sugar, boiling it to a syrup, then clarifying it with egg white to draw off the impurities--- I tasted a sweet edge of hope. My customers often proved resistant to change, and yet this frozen delicacy promised innovation married to the familiar. After all, what could be more English than peaches and cream? I knew instinctively that it would prove more popular than Persian sherbet, and more suited to this weather than apricot tarts.”
― Laura Shepherd-Robinson, The Art of a Lie

“You have neglected to unlock the hidden heat within your liquid."
I frowned, confused. "But the cream is cold. There is no heat."
Becker smiled. "All liquids contain a latent heat concealed within themselves. Even when they feel cold, they are secretly hot. You must withdraw that fire by means of the frigorific method."
I didn't even attempt to repeat the word. "It all sounds rather complicated."
"On the contrary," Becker said. "It is simplicity itself. What you require, my dear lady, is salt.”
― Laura Shepherd-Robinson, The Art of a Lie

“The ball of iced cream was nestled in a crystal dish. A pale orange in hue, it was studded with bright green pistachio kernels and glistening slivers of lemon peel. The flavors mingled in my mouth, sweet orange, sharp lemon, and the earthy bitterness of the nuts. Better than anything my mother had made. I forced it down.
We were in Hannah's kitchen. She smiled at the look of rapture on my face. "I tried beating it periodically while it was freezing. It has greatly improved the texture. I am trying out other ideas too."
How innovative she was. I smiled at her fondly. The queue had been out the door when I'd arrived, and iced cream was the demand upon everyone's lips. Hannah had three flavors on sale now: peach, raspberry, and the one I'd just tried, which she had named "Royal Ice.”
― Laura Shepherd-Robinson, The Art of a Lie

“Many popular eighteenth-century iced cream flavors are familiar to modern palates--- pistachio, chocolate, strawberry, etc. Yet Georgian confectioners were great innovators and experimented with iced creams flavored with everything from Parmesan to artichoke, molding their confections into the shape of candles, lobsters, pineapples, and all manner of other conceits. Often iced creams were eaten in carriages drawn up outside of confectionery shops, enabling men and women to mingle freely in public, in a way that was otherwise prohibited. Ice cream, it seems, was a feminist enterprise! Books that give a good overview of Georgian ice cream and confectionary include Of Sugar and Snow: A History of Ice Cream Making by Jeri Quinzio (University of California Press, 2009); Sugar-plums and Sherbet: The Prehistory of Sweets by Laura Mason (Prospect Books, 1998); and Sweets: A History of Temptation by Tim Richardson (Bantam Books, 2002).”
― Laura Shepherd-Robinson, The Art of a Lie

“I got a scoop of the double fudge coconut brownie ice cream in a waffle cone (the smell wafting through the shop as the employees made these from scratch made it impossible to resist), Elena requested the cherry lime rickey, Jae asked for an apple pie milkshake, and Adeena, who we had to talk down from trying to order everything on the menu, settled on an egg cream plus a white chocolate macadamia nut affogato. Elena got sick of Adeena's constant sighing and eyes that strayed longingly toward the counter and added a brownie topped with pear dark chocolate oat crisp ice cream for us all to share. The brownie came with a tiny silver pitcher of fudge sauce, and Adeena audibly moaned as Elena poured it over the ice cream and brownie.
"Girl, we are in public. Please keep your lusting to a minimum," I said. Then I took a spoonful of the brownie-fudge sauce-ice cream combo and let out a similar sound. "Never mind, I take that back. That was the proper reaction to this slice of heaven.”
― Mia P. Manansala, Death and Dinuguan