Quotes About Taste

Pain has a flavor.

I say sapore, sapere, to taste is to know.

She was pretty in the way water is tasty: it does the job, but lacks pizzazz. (Skye on Charlie)

Once she read a book but found it distasteful because it contained adjectives.

Are you sure this isn't instant boots? asked Cordelia sadly, for in color, taste, and smell they closely resembled pulverized shoe leather pressed into wafers.

Think of this visit as an opportunity for a different kind of learning, then. Another day will put some other plate on your table, more to your taste, but do not waste the food in front of you.

This danish is too sweetish to finish.

If dolphins tasted good," he said, "we wouldn't even know about their language.

Someday, the Cloud of Doom will be gone, and the world will be a much better place, even better than before the Cloud. Colors will be more colorful. Music will be more musical. Even Miss Mush's food will taste good. The bigger the storm, the brighter the rainbow.

empty brown paper sack would taste better. But

Yes," Leslie agreed. "Rondi showed excellent taste by not wearing the hat or the boots. They go so well together.

turkey sandwich, piece of chocolate cake, apple, and Tootsie Roll pop tasted like Miss Mush's porridge.

He wiped the dirt off and realised it was an onion. He bit into it without peeling it. The hot, bitter juice burst into his mouth. He could feel it all the way up to his eyes. And when he swallowed, he felt its warmth move down his throat and into his stomach. He only ate half. He gave the other half to Zero. Here, eat this. What is it? Zero whispered. A hot-fudge sundae.

But remember, dear, that it is both bad taste and bad economy for poor people to try to ape the rich.

Did he like celery?' 'Does anybody?

Good medicine always tastes bad.

I close my eyes and feel the flavors somersaulting through my mouth, a circus of sensations.

I wasn't exactly known for self-confidence, but I could taste the cake in my mind. Strong. Earthy. Fragrant. I remembered the nose-prickling aroma of cinnamon when it comes in fragile curls, and the startling power of crushed cloves.

The weather is like a slice of bread: familiar, an everyday taste, but without it...

Wholly homelike was the wedge of apple pie with whipped cream, and a piece of yellow cheese beside it, sharp and dry and crumbly, just right to cut the rich sweetness of the pie filling and the buttery taste of the crust.

like biting down on copper foil.

One day, perhaps, the world may taste the pickles of history. They may be too strong for some palates, their smell may be overpowering, tears may rise to eyes; I hope nevertheless that it will be possible to say of them that they possess the authentic taste of truth … that they are, despite everything, acts of love.

One day, perhaps, the world may taste the pickles of history. They may be too strong for some palates, their smell may be overpowering, tears may rise to eyes; I hope nevertheless that it will be possible to say of them that they posses the authentic taste of truth...that they are, despite everything, acts of love.

I'm a very feminine man. I like feminine things. I don't go to strip clubs. I don't drink beer. I don't play sports.