Quotes About Wine

In Italy, they add work and life on to food and wine.

That, I think, is the power of ceremony. It marries the mundane to the sacred. The water turns to wine; the coffee to a prayer.

One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. He's bisexual, you know. He took a delicate sip of his wine. Was bisexual, she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. Now he's monogamous. Vordarian choked, sputtering.

Your divine should not have used water. It just doesn't hold the attention properly. Wine. Or blood, in a pinch. Some liquid that matters.

She turned for her kitchen, mentally revising her planned family dinner to include a Vor lord from the Imperial capital. White wine? Her limited experience of the breed suggested that if you could get them sufficiently sloshed, it wouldn't matter what you fed them.

Commodore Koudelka had just taken a mouthful of wine to chase his last bite of salmon. The atomized spray arced nearly to Delia, seated across from her father. A lungful of wine in a man that age was an alarming event in any case; Olivia patted his back in hesitant worry, as he buried his reddening face in his napkin and gasped. Drou half-pushed her chair back, as she hesitated between going up around the table to assist her husband or, possibly, down the table to strangle Mark.

One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Yes," she agreed absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.

If you had forgotten, it would quickly come back to you. Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your own hand. Aloneness was the air in your tires, the wind in your hair. You didn't have to go looking for it with open arms. With open arms, you fell off the bike: I was drinking my wine too quickly.

Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your own hand. Aloneness was the air in your tires, the wind in your hair. You didn't have to go looking for it with open arms. With open arms, you fell off the bike: I was drinking my wine too quickly.

do you like to write? No. No writer really likes to write. I like to make love and drink wine. At my age I shouldn't lose time with anything else, but I can't stop writing. It's a disease.

He rolled the trolley away and fetched the wine, which Mrs. Combie had kept in the hot kitchen to warm a little more after it had been shown in its cradle to Charles and carefully uncorked. "Let it breathe a few moments," Vincent had said, and Lovejoy had looked at it, not daring to touch it; she had not known wine was alive.

for our times are not satisfied with faith and not even with the miracle of changing water into wine - they 'go right on,' changing wine into water.

I'll drink some wine, and then, like a latter-day Van Winkle, I'll lay me down upon this graven stone, lay my head beneath these letters RIP, and close my eyes, according to our family's old practice of falling asleep in times of trouble, and hope to awaken, renewed and joyful, into a better time.

She liked red wine but had no head for it and after two glasses became a different person, giggling, gesticulating, talking without stopping, interrupting others, and, always, wanting to dance.

Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.

Wine gives strength to weary men.

I—drunk! said Caderousse; well that's a good one! I could drink four more such bottles; they are no bigger than cologne flasks. Pere Pamphile, more wine! and Caderousse rattled his glass upon the table.

What, no wine? said Dantes, turning pale, and looking alternately at the hollow cheeks of the old man and the empty cupboards. What, no wine? Have you wanted money, father?

La vita è un rosario di piccole miserie, che il filosofo sgrana ridendo. Siate filosofi come me signori: mettevi a tavola e beviamo: l'avvenire non sembra mai così roseo, come quando lo si guarda attraverso un bicchiere di chambertin

Drunk, if you like; so much the worse for those who fear wine, for it is because they have bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts;

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Because he plainly perceives that his piquette* stands in need of being enlivened by a mixture of good wine. *A watered liquor, made from the second pressing of the grape.

A curse on those who fear wine: it's because they have evil thoughts and they are afraid that wine will loosen their tongues.

Definitivamente el vino es un traidor, que hace ver visiones.