Quotes About Tavern

La Historia (que, a semejanza de cierto director cinematográfico, procede por imágenes discontinuas) propone ahora la de una arriesgada taberna, que está en el todopoderoso desierto igual que en alta mar.

I intend to die in a tavern; let the wine be placed near my dying mouth, so that when the choirs of angels come, they may say, "God be merciful to this drinker!"

We sat in a corner of the bar at Victor's and drank gimlets. They don't know how to make them here, he said. What they call a gimlet is just some lime or lemon juice and gin with a dash of sugar and bitters. A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose's Lime Juice and nothing else. It beats martinis hollow.

There were always the stories, of course, the war legends, but who— other than himself, in Jhesh's tavern, increasingly wearily—still told those?

THERE WAS NO RUSH going down the fire stairs. I'd had enough exercise for one day. When I hit the lobby I didn't make for the street, but cut through the narrow passage leading to the Carnegie Tavern. I always buy myself a drink after finding

God keepe me from foure houses, an Vsurers, a Taverne, a Spittle, and a Prison.

If home is to have a greater lure than a tavern the wife must be at least as cheerful as the waitress.

I'll take Prince Temnos to the Heart Tavern in the Warrens." "Yes, good, that's where Ro took me after I got him out of prison and where I intend to bring anyone from our household who has escaped. I'll meet you there." Without

To understand Hitler's power as a speaker, we must consider that he was not just the bellowing tavern demagogue we always picture, but in fact constructed his speeches very deliberately.

Lieutenant Cranston, sitting across the tavern table from him, looked startled. "Something amiss, Captain?" "It's as I feared—we've been called back to sea early. We set sail in less than a

The Y-Go Inn is a very unusual tavern. At most places they serve you a shot, but here you get an explosion. The whiskey is not only frisky but risky, the beer is queer, and the only chaser you get is a guy with a blackjack who runs after you when you don't pay.

So, I've decided to take him down to the tavern where he can meet real people and hear real adventures. That'll cure him of that fairy-tale nonsense before it sets in too deeply. (I'm no stranger to nonsense, having done plenty of it over the course of my own life, but at least I know the difference.)

People go to church for the same reasons they go to a tavern: to stupefy themselves, to forget their misery, to imagine themselves, for a few minutes anyway, free and happy.

I thought the grunge scene was cool. This is going to sound weird, but I remember doing a concert at a tavern in the mid-'80s with Nirvana.

A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.

The study of tavern history often brings to light much evidence of sad domestic changes. Many a cherished and beautiful home, rich in annals of family prosperity and private hospitality, ended its days as a tavern.

I was conducted in the evening to a tavern where several of the weavers who advocate the principles of the People's Charter were in the habit of assembling.

I worked at the Northlight Theater in Skokie, and the Mercury Theater on South Port. I actually did a show there for three years, called 'Over the Tavern.'

I waited here, in the tavern - it wasn't fitting, after all, for me to follow you into that haven of dubious delight and certain gonorrhea.

Mude o nome da taberna para A Espada do Bruxo, para que nas noites de inverno aqui sejam contadas histórias sobre tesouros e monstros, sobre uma guerra sangrenta, sobre batalhas ferozes, sobre a morte. Sobre um grande amor e uma amizade inabalável. Sobre a coragem e a honra.

The Rat Office was at the top of the East Gate Lookout Tower. Stanley took the quick route, running along the top of the Castle wall, over The Hole in the Wall Tavern, which even Stanley did not know existed. The rat quickly reached the Lookout Tower and scurried into a large drainpipe that ran up the side. Soon he emerged at the top, jumped onto the parapet and knocked on the door of a small hut bearing the

For whoever is lonely there is a tavern.

We came to Portland because there was a good alternative public school. Friends who lived there told me about it, and my son loved it. I left his dad and went to work slinging hash in a breakfast diner and working nights tending bar in a biker tavern.

I think I picked up some passengers from one of those women at the tavern. Little bastards don't half give a man an itch.' Huh. The women are paid to go there. One might have thought the lice would have better taste.