Quotes About Taste

Daniel, if she were blind and deaf, would be the sickly sweet smell of artificial strawberries and singed dough.

I've known the taste of fear from birth. It was in my mother's milk.

Money doesn't buy class.

I don't even drink! I can't stand the taste of alcohol. Every New Year's Eve I try one drink and every time it makes me feel sick. So I don't touch booze - I'm always the designated driver.

Are you sure the two of you aren't married? (Bavel) Why do you ask? (Ewan) You can barely stand to speak to each other, and yet when the lady walks off you look as if you can already taste her. Smacks of marriage to me. (Bavel)

We are outside again, walking, when he takes a bite and stops dead. "Wow," he says after a minute. Then, "Wow," again. I smile. Everyone remembers their first taste of Paris. This will be his.

I think this goat must have been fed on old boots,' Stubble complained as he chewed the last scraps of flesh from the bones littering his stew.

No matter where I've been overseas, the food stinks, except in Italy.

I have slipped chile under your skin secretly wrapped in each enchilada hot and soothing carefully cut into bitefuls for you as a toddler increasing in power and intensity as you grew until it could burn forever

Great public speakers know this and build presentations around one of the senses predominantly, but they incorporate at least one or two others: sight, sound, touch, smell, and taste. Smell and taste are harder to incorporate

ginger pancakes with orange sauce.

You might expect such a grand hamper to be filled with smoked salmon, a cocktail of olives---ciabatta bread, perhaps. But no. Marcus knows that my taste in food runs to the far side of the Philistine. Instead, the hamper is packed with pork pies, hot pizza wrapped in foil, Walkers crisps, Pringles, my very favorite muffins from Chocolate Heaven and, in its own little cooler, a tub of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream.

Guac is guac and while sometimes it's slimy and disgusting, it's never delicious.

You like new things," I say. You are quick to come back. "You like old things, Joe.

this shower curtain is something you are going to look at Every. Fucking. Day. So I started going through hundreds of options online. Most of the designs are bullshit you could never stomach every day (a map of the world, go fuck yourself, fish, a map of Brooklyn, really go fuck yourself, snowmen, the Eiffel Tower, nautical signs—I mean, I'm not some fucker who buys scarves at Urban Outfitters and rates movies on IMDB). I just wanted something funny and classic.

Houses were a particular nightmare for her, bringing into play two of the most conflicting forces in her nature: absolute dependence on living in surroundings that were both very comfortable and totally to her own taste; and an absolute distaste for the kind of work that went into making them so.

There's no book that absolutely everyone loves.

I don't know how anyone can drink alcohol, just based on the taste.

Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead." "Or she's a woman of good taste and sense.

You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:So I did sit and eat.

Marriage is based on the theory that when man discovers a brand of beer exactly to his taste he should at once throw up his job and go work in the brewery.

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

Oh, It's truth you want? Be careful, my lady. Tyrion says that people often claim to hunger for the truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.