Quotes About Wine

What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?

Waarom zou iemand die handel drijft in boeken niet lijken op degene die zich met wijn bezighoudt? Ook voor wijn was er iets subliems nodig geweest dat de handel vooraf was gegaan en had geschapen: de wijnstok en de zon.

Il vino è un grande pericolo specie perchè non porta a galla la verità. Tutt'altro che la verità anzi: rivela dell'individuo specialmente la sua attuale volontà; getta capricciosamente alla luce anche tutte le ideuccie con le quali in epoca più o meno recente ci si baloccò e che si sono dimenticate; trascura le cancellature e legge tutto quello ch'è ancora percettibile nel nostro cuore.

The fancies of wine are authentic events.

Las parábolas tomadas de la naturaleza hacen que el reino de Dios apele a todos los sentidos. Huelo una rosa y huelo el reino de Dios. Gusto del pan y del vino y gusto del reino de Dios. Camino por un colorido campo en flor y palpo el reino en el que todo puede crecer y desarrollarse, el reino en el que hay suficiente para todos".

Attitude must come by the gallon with the wine around here

At the end of the season, each coach gets a leather-bound keepsake book containing the menus and wine labels from every dinner.

One of the best methods for handling negative news is that of Joe Maddon, the coach of the Chicago Cubs and avowed oenophile. In his office, Maddon keeps a glass bowl filled with slips of paper, each inscribed with the name of an expensive wine. When a player violates a team rule, Maddon asks them to draw a slip of paper out of the bowl, purchase that wine, and uncork it with their manager. In other words, Maddon links the act of discipline to the act of reconnection.

If California ever developed a vineyard rating system, Saxum's James Berry Vineyard would be classified as one of the best.

Wine is the most healthful and most hygienic of beverages.

The flavor of wine is like delicate poetry

Peter kept filling his wine glass, and Clara prattled on about getting the garden ready. That was the beauty of friends, she knew. Nothing was expected of Monsieur Béliveau, and he knew it. Sometimes it's just nice not to be alone.... On the veranda Clara and Peter had hugged him but offered no easy words of comfort. To do that would be to simply comfort themselves. What Monsieur Béliveau needed was to feel bad. And then he'd feel better.

Upon occasion we should go as far as intoxication.... Drink washes cares away, stirs the mind from its lowest depths.... But in liberty moderation is wholesome, and so it is in wine.... We ought not indulge too often, for fear the mind contract a bad habit, yet it is right to draw it toward elation and release and to banish dull sobriety for a little.

Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.

La música es el vino que inspira nuevas creaciones y yo soy Baco que prensa este delicioso vino para los hombres y los embriaga espiritualmente

The wine- it made her limbs loose and liquid, made her feel that a hummingbird had taken the place of her heart.

I was living alone before, Campbell, if that's what you're asking. She looks at me over the edge of her wine glass. How about you? I have six wives, fifteen children, and an assortment of sheep. Her lips curve. People like you always make me feel like I'm underachieving.

She said she promised her mother that she would never drink a drop of wine. That was the drop she never drank.

Social media gives legions of idiots the right to speak when they once only spoke at a bar after a glass of wine, without harming the community. Then they were quickly silenced, but now they have the same right to speak as a Nobel Prize winner. It's the invasion of the idiots.

She (Helen) threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

He talked with more claret than clarity