Quotes About Taste

I've eaten weird things through the course of my life. I've eaten wild game, I've eaten possum - possum's no good.

All of a sudden I discovered that I'm allergic to caviar. It was the perfect metaphor for my life. When I was only able to afford bad caviar, I could certainly eat my fill of it.

The first meal my husband ever made me was a chicken curry. I have never tasted anything so delicious in my life.

Life is so endlessly delicious

I don't drink coffee. I've never had a cup of coffee in my entire life. That's something you probably don't know about me. I've hated the taste since I was a kid.

English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education - sometimes it's sheer luck, like getting across the street.

It tasted like salt and failure.

It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps to the porch.

People with money love Gershwin.

It is my prejudice against everything that turns out well that has given me a taste for reading history.

A humanist has four leading characteristics - curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.

By sacrificing good taste, this worship achieved what Christianity has shirked: the inclusion of merriment. All spirit as well as all matter must participate in salvation, and if practical jokes are banned, the circle is incomplete.

and I am attacking a wonderful Greek salad as viciously as any Turk who's just spent several weeks in London, where the food tastes like a desperately ambitious experiment.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is taste. With the intellect or with the conscience, it has only collateral relations. Unless incidentally, it has no concern whatever either with duty or with truth.

Wagner's music is better than it sounds.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious demand of eye and mind for symmetry, harmony, and order.

What is a vice? Merely a taste you do not share.

Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met. Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.

Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?— This violent plaid Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done Through indolence, high judgments given in haste; The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste?

Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess.

We like the taste of freedom ... because we like the smell of danger.

Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second.

Unless you are terribly, terribly careful, you run the danger--without even knowing it is happening to you--of slipping into the fatal error of reflecting the public taste instead of creating it. Your responsibility is to the public consciousness, not the public view of itself.