Quotes About Wine

Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favorite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a cabernet sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.

Keith was just bringing the glass to his lips when Adrian said, "Mmm. O positive, my favourite." Keith sprayed out the wine he'd just drunk and promptly started coughing. I was relieved that none got on me. Jill burst into giggles, and Clarence stared at his glass wonderingly. "Is it? I thought it was a Cabernet Sauvignon." "So it is," said Adrian, straight-faced. "My mistake.

Wine's terrible for babies." Dorian swept into the sitting room to join me, elegantly arranging himself on a love seat that displayed his purple velvet robes to best effect. "Well of course it is. I'd never dream of giving wine to an infant! What do you take me for, a barbarian? But for you... well, it might go a long way to make you a little less jumpy. You've been positively unbearable to live around. "I can't have it either. It affects the babies in utero.

she also apparently had a bona fide dungeon in her house. At least that's what Inez told me when we arrived. Maude, overhearing as she passed by, rolled her eyes. "It's not a dungeon, Inez. It's a wine cellar.

It is kind of dungeon-esque," I murmured to her. "Who uses stone this dark for a wine cellar? I'd expect something more Tuscan.

The Greeks have a trick of disguising a poor quality wine by adding pine resin to it, the idea being that the taste of the resin is not quite so appalling as the taste of the wine. We drank retsina because that was all there was.

A Mike no le importaba perder con tal de demostrar que su vino era lo bastante bueno para ser reconocido, y Pratt , por su parte, parecía encontrar un placer solemne y contenido en desplegar sus conocimientos.

Lentamente se llevó la copa a la nariz, metió la punta de esta en la copa y la hizo planear sobre la superficie del vino, olfateando delicadamente.

I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart, As a man calls for wine before he fights, I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights, Ere fitly I could hope to play my part. Think first, fight afterwards, the soldier's art: One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

The bread and the pastry, the cheeses and wine, and the sugar go into the Supper of the lamb because we do. It is our love that brings the city home. It is I grant you, an incautious and extravagant hope. But only outlandish hopes can make themselves at home.

white villas glittered against the olive woods! What quiet harbours, thronged with gallant shipping bound for purple islands of wine and spice, islands set low in languorous waters!

hauled up our wine-casks, and hove them overboard, tied one to the other by a long line. Then the crew took to the boats and rowed shorewards, singing as they went, and drawing after them the long bobbing procession of casks, like

Avoiding me, Quen downed a swallow of wine. Trent is a fine young man, he said, watching the remaining wine swirl. Yes... I drawled, cautiously. If you can call a drug lord and outlawed-medicine manufacturer a fine young man.

A German wine label is one of the things life's too short for.

En kold og syrlig lukt av sydlanske varer slog ham imøte, av kaffe og olje og vin. Høie rækker av tekasser, bundter av kanel indsydd i bast, frugt, ris, krydderier, berge av melsækker, altsammen lå i sin bestemte orden fra gulv til tak. I det ene hjørne var nedgangen til kjælderen hvor anker av vin med kobberbånd og årstal skimtedes i halvlyset og hvor vældige metaltanker fulde av olje lå henlagt i grundmuret ro.

Clearly we're Sorceri. Sabine gestured at her resplendent self. Ergo, we'd enjoy some Sorceri wine. Don't got it. Sabine quirked a red brow. Do you not? Check with Erol, shifter. He'll have an emergency bottle for me--because whenever I arrive, it's an emergency.

But there is another realm where we can always find something true, the fireside of a friend, where we shed our little conceits and find warmth and understanding, where small selfishnesses are impossible and where wine and books and talk give a different meaning to existence. There we have made something that no falseness can touch. We are at home.

I never think of policemen's wives; their beauty maddens me like wine.

I ate a great quantity of turbot, some boiled mutton and a few nicely-dressed woodcocks, each set upon a toast which had been spread with the bird's "trails", peppered. "Trails" means guts. I also drank some wine.

Religions change; beer and wine remain.

It's clear why they only served bread and wine at the Last Supper. It was a potluck . . . organized by men.

Sweet wine makes drunk, sour wine (insult) is "tetelestai". Life is not about what we have done and become, but how God to be fully glorified.

Your lips and mine, two sips of wine, memories are made of this.

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.