Quotes About Wine

Judgement of beauty can err, what with the wine and the dark.

Olen maistanut Houghton White Burgundya, jolla hän loi maineensa - viini on syvää, paksua, sitkeää ja kultaista, kypsyyttä tihkuvaa mutta majesteettisesti vanhenevaa, kuin kuoropoikaan rakastunut leskirouva.

Mind you, it's all bullshit with wine, isn't it? It's just f**king vinegar with a fizz, no matter what the tasters say.

A fruit is a vegetable with looks and money. Plus, if you let fruit rot, it turns into wine, something Brussels sprouts never do.

Wine, like food, is so emotional. If you think about it, so much of the courting ritual is surrounded by wine and food. There's a built-in romance to wine.

I think wine is such a big universe that it's kind of like food - it's intimidating to a lot of people, myself included.

Jack poured wine into Janet's glass, fighting to ignore what felt suspiciously like nerves. "Bon appétit." What the hell did he possibly have to be nervous about? Absolutely nothing. That's what. This wasn't a date or some damned romantic liaison. He was having dinner with an acquaintance who'd gotten stranded near his property—and who just happened to be a beautiful woman.

Cedo le armi. L'idea di Roma come spazio franco e rifugio di banditi: ecco qualcosa di affine. C'è qualcosa di antico nell'immagine del fuggiasco che viaggia nella tempesta, vede una capanna, bussa e viene accolto. Il templum. Il sacro perimetro che ti salva. Il luogo rifugio che nelle lingue del Mediterraneo d'Oriente ha lo stesso nome della santità. Barak. La baracca. Che poi sta alla radice di Barka, la gens di Annibale, e di Barcellone. Il vino ha chiuso il cerchio.

In a story, you must always listen for the voice you cannot hear, the one that has been ignored or silenced. In that crushed voice, there is a strain of truth, as a crushed grape yields a drop of wine.

During his first term as president, Jefferson spent $7,500—roughly $120,000 in today's currency—on wine, and he is generally regarded as America's first great wine connoisseur. (He might also have been America's first great wine bore. "There was, as usual, a dissertation upon wines," John Quincy Adams noted in his diary after dining with Jefferson in 1807. "Not very edifying.")

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart's yearning.

She raised her own glass, filled with a deep red wine. "To Ambrose Jakis," she said with sudden fierceness. "May he fall into a well and die.

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart's yearning." He paused and turned to looked at me, his brow furrowed. "I can't remember the rest of that. Can you?" "Never heard it before," I said. "But Teccam claims that out of all the spirits, only wine is suited to reminiscence. He said a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.

But Teccam claims that out of all the spirits, only wine is suited to reminiscence. He said a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.

a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.

Tu es le vin doux dans ma bouche, la chanson dans ma gorge et la rire dans mon coeur.

Quizá faltan unas gotas de limón pensó, pero esto ya era casi frívola glotonería, porque cuando bebía después de cada bocado un pequeño sorbo de vino tinto de la botella y se lo paseaba por la lengua y entre los dientes, el regusto algo metálico del pescado se mezclaba con el fuerte y ácido perfume del vino de un modo tan convincente, que Jonathan estaba seguro de no haber comido en toda su vida mejor que ahora, en este momento.

Bulfinche's is a Manhattan bar that has not only seen all the weirdness the world has to offer, but encourages it to come by for a drink. A leprechaun owns it, and a god of wine and orgies tends bar. I

Sto facendo studi a dimostrazione che il vino rosso è davvero la panacea per tutti i mali

When the woman you love is angry, it's best to give her space, time, and copious quantities of wine.

she seemed to be one of those anti-gluten, pro-yoga, organic wine bar, Generation-Y echo boomers.

Louis thought he would be all for a back-to-the-basics drive in education: a teacher, an olive tree, a bit of midday wine (the Greeks had watered theirs down to keep their heads lucid), and, last but not least, six or seven eager and receptive youths seated at one's feet.

The wine seems to be very closed-in and seems to have entered a dumb stage. Sort of a Marcel Meursault.

Wine is like the incarnation--it is both divine and human