Quotes About Wine

You're not honey. Your'e wine. You're the deepest, darkest shadow under a tree on a blazing day. You're strong and hard, coursing like a current at the bottom of a river.

I have terrible nightmares, you know. Every night when I come home from a long day's dying, I take off my skin and lay it nicely on my armoire. I take off my bones and hang them up on the hatstand. I set my scythe to washing on the old stove. I eat a nice supper of mouse-and-myrrh soup. Some nights I drink off a nice red wine. White does not agree with me. I lay myself down on a bed of lilies and still, I cannot sleep.

Koschei the Deathless made a face as he tasted the wine. "It is far too sweet. Comrade Stalin fears bitterness and has the tastes of a spoiled princess. I savor bitterness—it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. You, too, must learn to prefer it. After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance.

But soon the wine sack was empty, and sleep brushed my ears with her ash-lips.

The sweetest, best kind of dates are Medjools. They're large, so they are easy to fill, meaty, and chewy. Stuffed with goat cheese and wrapped in prosciutto, they provide a perfect sweet-salty mouthful in every bite. Serve these with a crisp white wine as the ideal before-dinner tidbit.

Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.

If you ask a server for a seriously old wine in my neighborhood, they'll look at you funny and then bring you a half-finished glass from somebody else's table.

Te abrazo y corren las mandarinas; te beso y todas las uvas sueltan el vino oculto de su corazón sobre mi boca.

Bacchus has drowned more men than Neptune.

The rich want good wine, the poor, plenty of wine.

The taste of the wine (1) had a sweet taste (2) when I took a taste (3), which was too strong for my taste (4) and therefore not to my taste (5), though I may not have the best taste (6) when compared with your taste (7).

Neuroenology explains how the fluid mechanics of the wine in your mouth and the patterns of your breathing activate your sensory and motor pathways to create the taste of wine and, together with your central brain systems for emotion and memory, generate the whole perception of wine pleasure. We

Baking with chocolate is similar to cooking with wine. You get out what you put in.

Don't forget that the flavors of wine and cheese depend upon the types of infecting microörganisms.

It's Friday night — time to be a hero and rescue some wine trapped in a bottle!

The traveler took a long pull and stepped confidently onto the water, only to sink and flounder desperately before he regained the shore. Hey, he shouted at the wizards, why didn't that wine work for me? The wine's fine, a wizard called back. But if you'd told us you wanted to cross, we'd have told you where the rocks just below the surface were.

Star-watching: at night the stars of Alastor Cluster blaze in profusion. The atmosphere refracts their light; the sky quivers with beams, glitters, and errant flashes. The Trills go out into their gardens with jugs of wine; they name the stars and discusses localities. For the Trills, for almost anyone of Alastor, the night sky was no abstract empyrean, but rather a view across prodigious distances to known places: a vast luminous map.

Shimrod gave the boy a copper penny. 'Bring me now a goblet of good tawny wine.' By a sleight of magic Shimrod augmented the acuity of his hearing, so that the whispers of two young lovers in a far corner were now clearly audible, as were the innkeeper's instructions to Fonsel in regard to the watering of Shimrod's wine.

Mazirian made a selection from his books and with great effort forced five spells upon his brain: Phandaal's Gyrator, Felojun's Second Hypnotic Spell, The Excellent Prismatic Spray, The Charm of Untiring Nourishment, and the Spell of the Omnipotent Sphere. This accomplished, Mazirian drank wine and retired to his couch.

To travel across Spain and finally to reach Barcelona is like drinking a respectable red wine and finishing up with a bottle of champagne.

Nay, Sir, it was not the WINE that made your head ache, but the SENSE that I put into it' 'What, Sir! will sense make the head ache?' 'Yes, Sir, (with a smile,) when it is not used to it.

Everything about his character and manners was forcible and violent; there never was any moderation; many a day did he fast, many a year did he refrain from wine; but when he did eat, it was voraciously; when he did drink wine, it was copiously. He could practise abstinence, but not temperance.

The only way of rendering life endurable is to drink as much wine as one can come by.

Beaujolais is so underrated.