Wine Quotes
I'd learned some things. I knew you weren't supposed to hold a good wine at the top - the paper bag falls off.
a woman's place is in the kitchen...sitting in a comfortable chair, with her feet up, drinking a glass of wine and watching her husband cook dinner.
You will always be the bread and the knife, not to mention the crystal goblet and—somehow—the wine.
I could not conjure up one melancholy fancy upon a mutton chop and a glass of champagne.
Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.
There are no standards of taste in wine... Each man's own taste is the standard, and a majority vote cannot decide for him or in any slightest degree affect the supremacy of his own standard.
I come from a family of communist nudists. I was allowed to do or not do what I liked. My parents were not interested in whether I went to school or got drunk on white wine.
Fine # wine is a living liquid ... Its life comprises youth, maturity, old age, and death.
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
They didn't have to describe Jesus to me for me to know he's black. Jesus' first miracle was turning water into wine at a wedding. Now if that ain't black folk, I don't know what is.
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at playThrough the meadow land toward a closing doorA door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before
I had a nice dinner. I let the evening unfold, flow. I like to sit in a chair with a wine glass. When I woke up, I thought, 'Why didn't I go to bed at 11?' I came back at 3 and went to bed at 5.
Books and bottles breed generosity, and the bibliophile and the oenophile og through life scattering largesse from their libraries and cellars
They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.
Go on, have a glass of wine with dinner. What is wine, anyway? Pure grapes. A glass of wine is much better for you than a Coke.
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.
What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?
This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.
Serve this dish with much too much wine for your guests, along with some cooked green vegetables and a huge salad. You will be famous in about half an hour.
The odour of Burgundy, and the smell of French sauces, and the sight of clean napkins and long loaves, knocked as a very welcome visitor at the door of our inner man.
I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.
It is an age of stir and change, a season of new wine and old bottles. Yet, assuredly, in spite of breakages and waste, a wine worth the drinking is all the time being made.
I love white Portugal wine better than claret, champagne, or burgundy. I have a sad vulgar appetite.
Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three.
And I have the sunset, and the Tuscan wine, and the white teeth of the women in Rome. I am a traveler in Romance.
Wine refreshes the stomach, sharpens the appetite, blunts care and sadness, and conduces to slumber.
Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day's wine to La Guillotine.
