Quotes About Enjoyment

B]eing broke didn't disturb me in the least. I had started with nothing, and if I now found myself with nothing, I was at least even. Actually, I was better than even: I had had a wonderful time.

Trust me, I'm looking forward to it. But it's like cramming a whole ice cream cone in my mouth and swallow it whole. What good is that? It's over and done in a second. I want to really taste it, to lick it slowly. I want to savor the ice cream, you know what I'm saying?

I'm a librarian," she said, "employed in the San Molinas library. For various reasons, I have never married. My position gives me at once an opportunity to cultivate a taste for the best in literature, and to learn something of character. I have nothing in common with the younger set who find alcoholic stimulation the necessary prerequisite to any attempt at conversation or enjoyment.

As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.

Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing.

This is a good place, he said. There's a lot of liquor, I agreed.

When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.

Drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary...

Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it.

Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey.

Oh, don't go to hell," I said. "Stick around. We're just starting lunch.

Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well

Read anything I write for the pleasure of reading it. Whatever else you find will be the measure of what you brought to the reading.

that every day should be a fiesta seemed to me a marvelous discovery

A bottle of wine was good company.

Out of all the things you could not have there were some that you could have and one of those was to know when you were happy and to enjoy all of it while it was there and it was good.

I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was a Château Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company.

You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking chances, or by money. Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth. The world was a good place to buy in. It seemed like a fine philosophy. In five years, I though, it will seem just as silly as all the other fine philosophies I've had.

In that way they really were friends, understanding in their basic disagreement, trusting in their complete distrust and enjoying one another's company.

You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking chances, or by money.

I sat back in the corner with a heavy mug of dark beer and an opened glazed-paper package of pretzels and ate the pretzels for the salty flavor and the good way they made the beer taste and read about disaster.

I wanted to try this new drink: That's all we do, isn't it—look at things and try new drinks?

No pleasure in anything if you mouth it up too much.

That's all we do, isn't it—look at things and try new drinks?