Quotes About Taste

The sense of love should not like coffee, which only gives pleasure to the enjoy. But it must be like oranges which not only give pleasure but also freshness.

She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow for blow.

Love is like a piece of chocalate. It looks and tastes good, but it's dark. What really matters is the inside.

Creeping meaninglessness is a private cost of making the nature of the flourishing life a mere matter of taste.

I don't know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

Public taste is as fickle as a child's attention span

She listened to me speak with a series of smiles, as though she were sipping at my descriptions and finding them to her taste

I get in, and she turns the music down. It's Nusrat, remixed and clubby, but damn good as always.

I drew out the Ham, lingered on the me, and softened the clip of the rick. I repeated the word, and with every slow joining of its three syllables, the fizzy taste of sweet licorice with a mild chaser of wood smoke flooded my mouth. A phantom swig of Dr. Pepper.

Let's see, what've we got for the little girl to eat? Nothing, I hoped, but he brought a tin of Christmas candies, which seemed to have melted then hardened then melted again, so the colored stripes had run. They had a taste of nails.

Whether you take the doughnut hole as a blank space or as an entity unto itself is a purely metaphysical question and does not affect the taste of the doughnut one bit.

Nothing can be well learned that is not agreeable to one's natural taste.

La scrittura era informale, come a voler confondere le idee, ma rivelava buon gusto e raffinatezza e ne fu piacevolmente sorpreso. Si rivolse Koremitsu: – Chi abita nella casa sul lato ovest? Ne avete sentito parlare? «Ecco che ci risiamo», pensò l'altro, ma si guardò bene dall'esprimerei propri pensieri.

Poi lui la baciò e sentì il sapore del formaggio, intenso e salato, del burro e delle patate. E per la prima volta da molto tempo risero insieme. Mi sei mancata tanto, avrebbe voluto dirle, ma temeva di suonare falso.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the taste of snow apples. When he was a child, there was a gnarled tree of them behind his father's blacksmith shop. His mother would always pick them but there were never enough for more than a single tart. Spicy and yet sweet, like McIntosh, but the flesh was so impossibly white, pristine, and the juice was so abundant, that it was like no other apple he had ever tasted.

Close your eyes, he had said to her. Food demands complete submission. And then he placed a perfect scallop in her mouth. Do you taste the sea? Delphine did. Not just the salt of the sea but the very air of the moment that the shell was pulled from the sand. A storm, perhaps. There is a dark edge to the sweetness of the meat.

I had no idea things could taste so good! she exclaimed. This is all so delicious! Is she all right? whispered Queen Glamdis to Jack. Just crazy in a new way, Jack whispered back.

People have no memory about that sort of thing and, after all, there's nothing to forget except bad taste.

His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales.

Well, she said, that picture is the kind of picture that gives pleasure to the kind of people who like that kind of picture.

You have more zeal than good taste, Martín. The disease afflicting you has a name, and that is Grand Guignol : it does to drama what syphilis does to your privates. Getting it might be pleasurable, but from then on it's all downhill.

Mi?o?? jest jak w?dlina: jest salami i jest mortadela.

silent defeats taste better

The only good mushroom is a cooked mushroom.