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“The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown:
The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town.
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown:
Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.”
― Lewis Caroll, Alice au pays des merveilles

“Take the broken pieces of your life, bake a master cake out of it. Don't stand still like a lake; keep flowing like a stream!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Dream big!: See your bigger picture!

“Cut cakes, not wrists”
― Troye Sivan

“If I propose to myself and myself says yes, I get to have the cake, right? I love me, so I’m thinking 12 tiers.”
― Michelle M. Pillow

“Someone once said that there are always flowers for those who want to find flowers. I think that's true. But I also think that there are always cakes for those who want to find cakes.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“The difference between superlative pie and a wish for cake is crust. Understand that pie is a generous but self-centered substance. It likes attention, not affection. Do not hug your crust. Do not rub its back or five its high. Don't fuss with refrigerators every step oft he way. Keep the water and butter cold, and remember what a wise baker once said: The goal is pie.”
― Kate Lebo, A Commonplace Book of Pie

“Call me what you want; I'm still taking your cake.”
― L

“Life is a cake and love is the icing on top of it. Without 'love', it becomes difficult to swallow 'life'...”
― Mehek Bassi

“Before she cut her birthday cake, she cast a wish, then blew the candles out from his eyes.”
― Anthony Liccione

“J'ai toujours fait des gâteaux. Parce que sinon, la vie était trop dure. Faire des gâteaux, c'était un défi, et un combat.”
― Durian Sukegawa

“Dave grimaced. 'Cheesecake for breakfast?'

'What's the problem? It's dairy and cereal. It's practically a bowl of cornflakes.”
― Dave Turner

“If that's the case, waiter, please bring me another piece of cake," Gramps said as lunch was brought to the table, "I'm all for fighting tyranny and oppression.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

“Someone needs your actions to inspire his actions. Never forget, your little broken cake is someone’s daily meal! Care to share you little cake!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“Life is much like a piece of cake,
Overeat and you get a stomachache.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual

“when you come to me
come to me with cake
in your pocket
come to me nicely
with that soft kinda cake
that's mostly icing
come to me ready and rude
bring me angel food
angel food”
― Ani DiFranco

“I saved him a piece. Okay, a small piece. But I felt better after eating the cake and if he cared for me as much as he said he did, he'd want me to have it. So I ate his piece, too.”
― Celia Jerome

“Gingerbread houses
with gumdrops and peppermint
and marshmallow snow.

My stomach rumbles.
Plates of cookies, cake, and fudge.
Christmastime is here.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Jetzt eine Pizza, niemand kann tagelang Streuselkuchen essen.”
― Lilly Axster, Dorn

“He was just a child himself, she saw. And lonely. He was the kind of man who probably always would be. 'Would you like some cake?' she tried. His countenance brightened. He would like some cake, he realized. He would like some cake very much indeed; he would like it above anything. When Sarah brought a slice of fruitcake up on a pretty blue-rimmed plate, she found that Mary was now also in the breakfast room, sitting stiffly on an upright chair near the young clergyman; she look round, heavy-eyed, when Sarah came in. Sarah had the distinct impression that she had disturbed not a conversation but a silence. Mary must be struggling to converse with him -- Sarah could sympathize -- too much time spent with books had not fitted her to be easy with herself, and other people. The young lady got up abruptly, and went to the window, and Mr. Collins got up too, looking relieved. He took the plat from Sarah and was profuse in his thanks, but then, with Mary there, did not know what to do with the cake after all.”
― Jo Baker, Longbourn

“I think I just hit the jackpot. I can have my sweet cake and beat it too.”
― Willow Madison, We Were One Once

“We must stop calling the looting of our national wealth, a share in the national cake.”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Nothing in life is a piece of cake; well, except an actually piece of cake.”
― Hiba Fatima Ahmad

“After many years the woman died, of natural causes. And a few years after that, the ogre died. Eventually, his mistresses died, down on the ground, in the people village, over decades. The war men and women died. The human girl who had escaped her early death died, across the land, over by the ocean, in her shack of blue bowls and rocking chairs. The witch, who had originally made the cake and made up up the spell and given it as a gift to her beloved ogre friend, died.
The cake went on and on. Time passed...
And the cake, always wanting to please, the cake who had found a way to survive its endlessness by recreating its role over and over again, tried to figure out, in its cake way, what this light-dappled object might want to eat. So it became darkness, a cake of darkness. It did not have to be human food. It did not have to be digestible through a familiar tract. It lay there on the dirt, waiting, a simmering cake of darkness. Through time, and wind, and earthquakes, and chance. At last the cloak fell out of the tree and blew across the land and happened upon the cake where it ate its darkness and extinguished its own dappled light. The cloak disappeared into night and was not seen again, as it was only a piece of coat shaped darkness now and could not be spotted so easily, had there been any eyes left to see it. It floated and joined with nowhere.
Darkness was overtaking everything, anyway, pouring over the land and sky. The cake itself, still in the shape of darkness, sat on the hillside.
'What's left?' said the cake.
It thought in blocks of feeling. It felt the thick darkness all around it.
'What is left to eat me, to take me in?'
Darkness did not want to eat more darkness, not especially. Darkness did not care for carrot cake, or apple pie. Darkness did not seem interested in a water cake or a cake of money. Only when the cake filled with light did it come over. The darkness circling around the light, devouring the light. But the cake kept refilling, as we know. This is the spell of the cake. And the darkness eating light, and again, light, and again, light, lifted.”
― Aimee Bender, The Color Master: Stories

“I long ago came to the understanding that the problems I once had with food were not merely about food. Eating was a way of trying to fill up the emptiness, to provide comfort. It was a substitute for love. I'm not referring to the love that comes from someone else. The love that was missing from my life was self-love. With age I've discovered a sense of worth that makes me less hungry. A piece of cake is just a piece of cake.”
― Valerie Harper, Today I Am a Ma'am: and Other Musings On Life, Beauty, and Growing Older

“A sweet wedding cake does not guarantee a sweet marriage.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“Its a matter of time that the money I make become a financial cake that I could eat everyday.”
― Jonathan Anthony Burkett

“Negative brands are the main reasons why your dreams become too hard to change shape. Negative brand can cake your dreams to take undesirable shape without permitting for remedy to be made.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Shaping the dream

“Mrs. Bright cut another slice of the rich, dark cake. It was Mindy's fourth, counting dessert at home. But Mrs. Bright's layer cakes were, Mindy felt sure, the best in the world. Where else did you find the layers of icing almost as thick as the layers of cake?”
― Jane Louise Curry, The Mysterious Shrinking House

“Stop fretting and eat your Madeira Cake..”
― Diane Samuels, Kindertransport: A Drama

“Have you never had cake before?' he asks me.
I get nervous. Is cake a really human thing? Does everybody eat it? Would it show me up as a stranger if I say no?”
― Laura Dockrill