Top 121 Supermarket Quotes

I do most of my shopping over the Internet because as a busy working mum I can do the supermarket shop when the kids have gone to bed.

Where I grew up, there was one supermarket, one school, one hairdresser, and that was it. It was a very small community.

If you go to the supermarket and buy a package of food and look at the photo on the front, the food never looks like that inside, does it? That is a fundamental lie we are sold every day.

Sometimes when I’m going to the supermarket to get the coffee and cat litter, I get freaked out and see all these people staring, and you turn around and there’s, like, 40 people all looking at you… and when you go around the corner, they’re all following you! You start freaking out like a trapped animal.

I had a job when I was 15 working at a supermarket, and I knocked over a stack of plastic coffee cups. In my anger, I threw one at a concrete wall, and it rebounded back into my head and cut my head open. Stupidest way to get a scar, but it’s one that I have.

Years later, when I was working as a trolley wally in a supermarket, I tackled the boredom by talking to the customers in as many different accents as I could manage. I started with one that I didn’t think would alert any suspicion – generic Asian – then moved on to Irish, Welsh, Australian and American.

I love when my hotel room has a fridge, and I simply shop at a local supermarket for things like Greek yogurt, fresh fruit, healthy cereal – like Kashi – and skim milk.

In Los Angeles, I drive a hybrid and live in a very simple home. Anything you do from carrying a canteen of water to starting a recycling program in your office makes a difference. Reusing what you already have has always been green – from clothes to boxes to glass jars from the supermarket.

You can find Chobani in every major supermarket, in club stores, convenience stores and airports. But we’re not everywhere yet. We have been struggling with keeping up with demand.

I’m an American except when I’m in the supermarket or at the candy store.

Is there anything sadder than the foods of the 1950s? Canned, frozen, packaged concoctions, served up by the plateful, three meals per day, in an era in which the supermarket was king, the farmer’s market was, well, for farmers, and the word ‘locavore’ sounded vaguely like a mythical beast.

We’ve been trained to spend money since we were born with all these commercials with toys and G.I. Joes and Transformers. But there’s so many things in the supermarket, there’s so many things on television that automatically, when you turn it on, are saying, ‘Buy! Buy! Buy! Buy! Buy! Buy! Buy!’

Here, you go to the supermarket and you have wipes to clean your hands before shopping. No, we don’t have that in France, but we recycle.

I had to go to Asda, it’s the best supermarket if you’re poor as they have a good basic range, Sainsbury’s is for rich, posh people.

I was asked to do an ad campaign for a supermarket once. I was baffled. It’s strange when you realise your popularity or reputation is a marketable commodity; it’s a stock, a currency.

When I was thirteen, I was in a supermarket with my mother, and for no reason at all, I picked up a science-fiction book at the checkout stand and started reading it. I couldn’t believe I was doing that, actually reading a book. And, man, it opened up a whole new thing. Reading became the sparkplug of my imagination.

My Finnish is… I’m sounding like a three-year-old, at my best. It’s super hard to really have a conversation, unfortunately. I know a lot of words, and so reading signs and stuff is becoming better, or going to a supermarket. But some specific words, of course, you don’t get in your first year.

Today, I marvel at the vegan foods in the supermarket, at the cruelty-free clothing choices in stores, and at the fantastic alternatives to dissection in schools, the modern ways to test medicines without killing rabbits and beagles, the many forms of entertainment involving purely human performers.

When you’re in the supermarket, you can usually tell straight away when someone recognises you, or they will come up to me and say, ‘Well done,’ or things like that. So it’s nothing sinister or nothing super-crazy.

With the supermarket as our temple and the singing commercial as our litany, are we likely to fire the world with an irresistible vision of America’s exalted purpose and inspiring way of life?

We lived near a supermarket, and whatever they threw away, we would get it, and my mother would make soup. Or she would get a big can of lard, a big can of meal, a big can of flour, a big can of beans, and fix the same meal for months.

Shimeji are those odd-looking clusters of small mushrooms you often find in so-called ‘exotic’ selections at the supermarket. They have an appealing firmness that is retained during light cooking.

Few of us can accurately gauge how we will feel tomorrow or next week. That’s why when you go to the supermarket on an empty stomach, you’ll buy too much, and if you shop after a big meal, you’ll buy too little.

My own day-to-day observations confirm that many Americans can barely make change. At the supermarket where I buy groceries, I’ve watched more than one encounter at the cash register where both customer and clerk are befuddled at the prospect of double-checking the sums.

My work on happiness is the only thing I’ve ever done where I’ve heard people in the supermarket talking about it, for instance.

Supermarket automatic doors open for me; therefore, I am.

I just think of me in a supermarket planning what I’m going to cook for the evening, and buying maybe a bottle of wine, getting excited about putting on my new CD. That to me is, it’s a lovely, nostalgic feeling. Everybody needs to eat and live and shop, after all.

I know I’m very lucky. A lot of it is quite normal, scooting around the supermarket with a shopping trolley and things like that. With one parent being a prince and the other being an amazing sort of… business woman.

I love going to my supermarket. Sounds so rock ‘n’ roll, eh?

The reason I grew so fast in the supermarket business, without help of the banks in those days, was through my vendors. I convinced my vendors, the companies I was doing business with, if I did more business, they would do more business.

Actually going to the supermarket to get my own groceries was a revelation. I’d never had to fill the fridge before, do my laundry, put petrol in my car. It was scary – but there was a kind of joy about it, too.

I don’t have maids or servants, and my husband and I love waking up early and going to the 24-hour supermarket when there is nobody else there.

I like to go to the supermarket and I meet fans there too.

Thank you, hard taco shells, for surviving the long journey from factory, to supermarket, to my plate and then breaking the moment I put something inside you. Thank you.

I love Whole Foods. I love the Austin-based boutique supermarket chain so much I find ways to go there almost every day.

I even sang once at the opening of a supermarket. You name it, I’ve done it.

A lot of people love the idea of improvising but are terrified of it, so I tried to make a book that was not a chef’s book about improvising but a real home cook’s book with a real home cook’s pantry, supermarket ingredients, that sort of thing.

If not for radio, I’d probably be working at the local supermarket doing who knows what. But after I got that first break at 16, I was not going to do anything else. I had my mind set on radio one way or another.

I really do want to just be able to sit in the corner of the pub with my friends… to just be an actor and still go to the supermarket and not get bothered.

Not a whole lot of us are wrestling somebody for a canned food item in the supermarket or having an ax fight in the jungle clearing. Instead, we sit and think about taxes and the ozone layer.

Forget about being world famous, it’s hard enough just getting the automatic doors at the supermarket to acknowledge our existence.

Tins with ringpulls tend to belong to those with slightly more disposable income; look at the Basics and Value ranges next time you are in the supermarket and you will see that they require a tin opener to get into them.

Grief is like wandering through a minefield, as my mother puts it: however carefully you tread, a sudden detonation can happen out of nowhere. A song played in a supermarket; an overheard phrase; someone in the distance who your mind cruelly suggests is your loved one for a fleeting moment.

We really shouldn’t be running education like a supermarket where you compare prices.

That thing of briefly losing sight of a child happened to me when the kids were younger, and you can’t see them in the supermarket or wherever. It’s a terrible, terrible moment… the most unimaginable horror.

There are people who believe that a Dolce & Gabbana T-shirt is more stylish than a supermarket one, and there are people who believe the opposite. There is room for everyone.

Los Angeles is an uncanny place to live. It has many science fiction qualities. For example, when I’m standing in line at the supermarket and I recognise the person in front of me, but I can’t figure out how I know them. Suddenly, I realise I saw them in some random commercial six years ago.