Saturday Morning Quotes

For a gut punch of nostalgia, consider that Saturday morning cartoons are now largely a thing of the past.

Being raised Muslim, we had to get up at the crack of dawn to pray. There was no sleeping in, no getting up Saturday morning to watch cartoons because there was no TV in the house. But you got up and you worked, cleaned the house.

I grew up watching ‘The Lone Ranger.’ I would get up every Saturday morning, earlier than all the other kids, to watch a black and white western with Clayton Moore that hadn’t filmed a new episode since 1957.

I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket, squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks.

It’s the little things you remember. My mam, Sue, would take me to training in a taxi when I was a kid if Dad, who is a builder, had to work on a Saturday morning. You look back at the stuff like that and realise the sacrifices were all worth it.

I used to go to a Gaelic class on a Saturday morning, but I never felt myself that I could speak it properly.

I loved fantasy, but I particularly loved the stories in which somebody got out of where they were and into somewhere better – as in the ‘Chronicles Of Narnia,’ ‘The Wizard Of Oz,’ ‘The Phantom Tollbooth,’ the ‘Dungeons & Dragons‘ cartoon on Saturday morning in the ’80s.

Growing up, of course I was the coolest girl in the 3rd grade because I told everyone that my dad was a wrestler, and I would bring in these wrestling magazines of him, and every Saturday morning, he would be body slamming me on my bed.

One of the reasons that I take such joy in being a trustee of the New York Public Library is the love of reading that I found as a child in the Saturday morning library events for preschoolers and first and second graders as I was growing up in Augusta, GA.

Well, he doesn’t make me laugh. I think I’ve got a fair sense of humour but I can’t really see it in him. I’ve listened to his show on the radio on a Saturday morning, and that’s a load of mince as well.

I’ve always thought that a Saturday morning at home should be education time. I mean fun education, for example learning to cook a dish or reading about something new. So I put on documentaries, get a bunch of magazines and newspapers and use the morning to make myself better.

There was always laughter in our house. And I have great memories of my dad making an Ulster fry on a Saturday morning. They were legendary even though he couldn’t really cook.

I always wake up early Saturday morning, and I have a little bit more time, so I go to the gym.

On Saturday morning, I like to get up early and go out – TV is banned!

I adore my family; they are my joy. However, I am committed to my work. If, on a Saturday morning when I was ostensibly going to be with the children, and something arose at RADA or at UNICEF or at the orphanage or whatever, I would allow the other pressures to take precedent.

We were pushing the boundaries a bit of Saturday morning telly and trying new things.

I used to go round to my granddad’s house on a Saturday morning, and we’d sit and eat our porridge and watch re-runs of ‘Steptoe and Son’ on BBC Two. I thought it was hilarious – and Rag ‘N’ Bone Man sounded like a blues name to me. It reminded me of people like Sonny Boy Williamson and Big Mama Thornton.

My happy place is having a Saturday morning while everybody else is just mooching about and I’ll do a big old batch cook and have music on in the kitchen.

I feel the art world in New York has a stronger following than Britain. If you go to a New York art district on a Saturday morning, it will be so busy with families and openings – art is much more ingrained in the culture.

Both my mum and dad were great readers, and we would go every Saturday morning to the library, and my sister and I had a library card when we could pass off something as a signature, and all of us would come with an armful of books.

I feel like I was hit by all of geek culture at once while I was growing up in the ’70s and ’80s. Saturday morning cartoons like ‘Star Blazers’ and ‘Robotech.’ Live action Japanese shows like ‘Ultraman’ and ‘The Space Giants.’

Your body tells you what it needs, and if you sleep past your alarm on a Saturday morning, it’s probably because you need the sleep.

My dad traveled so much for work that, when he was home, we always wanted to spend as much time with him as we could, so going to practices and doing stuff like that with him took precedence over Saturday morning cartoons. We’d go to practice with my dad just so we could be a part of it.

My great-grandfather started in the coal mines, and my great grandmother made 10 pounds of bread every Saturday morning that we delivered to the neighbors. It was always about giving back. These kinds of things drive me to make a difference.

My mom was a big ‘Smurfs’ fan, so she would force me to watch every Saturday morning. I had no choice in the matter. I would jump downstairs on Saturday morning, ‘Hurray, cartoons!’ and she would say, ‘Smurfs! That’s what you’re watching.’

When I was growing up we didn’t have cable. All that came on Saturday morning was Notre Dame football, and I was there every time to watch it.

When I was a kid, ‘Land of the Lost‘ was my favorite show, just because it was – in the landscape of Saturday morning cartoons – it was so unique. It was a live-action show and kids were in it, these creatures, these Sleestaks and dinosaurs. Every week was a different adventure. I couldn’t wait. I loved it so much.

Growing up in Canada, none of my family were performers or anything like that, but I was terrible at hockey, so they needed something for me to do on Saturdays for me to get out of the house. I signed up for theater school on Saturdays, and I’d go for four-and-a-half hours every Saturday morning and learn about theater.

I have to always go back to Tim Horton’s, it’s my favorite spot. I remember growing up as a kid – my mom, every Saturday morning she’d go the hairdresser and she’d give me two dollars to go buy donuts.

Saturday morning, you knew what was cool by what was on ‘Soul Train.’

Home for me is London now, and my weekend will start on a Saturday morning when I’ll try to have a lie-in until 8 A.M. Anything longer than that feels like I’m wasting my day.

When I get back home, I want to spend as much time with my family as I can. I love just being at home and not having to rush off anywhere so on Saturday morning I might make a big breakfast with freshly-squeezed orange juice, yoghurt, eggs and bacon.

I’m not an early bird at all. Ideally, on Saturday morning I’d allow myself a lovely lie-in. 10:45 would be just right.