Quotes About Tavern

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto, said the Mennonite.

What I'm fighting for now in my work... for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the street, into the halls of a housing project.

opened five years earlier, as an integral part of the vast Adelphi development designed by the Adam brothers on the north bank of the Thames, the Adelphi Tavern and Coffee House had established a reputation for its fine dinners and genteel company. Many an office worker

As nighttime turned into dawn, the mountain seemed to travel down the street. It advanced on tiptoe, fully prepared to be shooed away. Lucy understood the mountain's wish to listen at the window of a den of gamblers and be warmed by all that free-floating hope and desolation. Her wish for the mountain was that it would one day shrink to a pebble, crash in through the glass, and roll into a corner to happily absorb tavern life as long as the place stayed standing.

saloon. They received a glance

pretty girl the German had danced with in a Cretan tavern during the Occupation was actually Xan in disguise.

The church is near, but the way is icy, The tavern is far, but I will walk carefully.

I was sweating like a bottle of beer in a biker bar

i've had enough of this. if you'll excuse me, i'm going to find a tavern where i can pay an underdressed woman to sit it my lap and look very pleased with me while i drink heavily

He felt oddly comfortable with the man, he realized, with a feeling of surprise. Part of it was sheer fatigue, of course; all his usual reactions and feelings were numbed by the long night and the strain of watching a man die by inches. The entire night had seemed unreal to Grey; not least was this odd conclusion, wherein he found himself sitting in the dim dawn light of a country tavern, sharing a pitcher of ale with Red Jamie Fraser.

An honest ale-house where we shall find a cleanly room, lavender in the windows, and twenty ballads stuck about the wall.

I looked at her face, gently illuminated by the distant light of the tavern. Even with her brows pulled low and an anguished crease between them, she was beautiful. It was a strange thing to think at the moment. I had deliberately avoided the thought each time I had looked at her before. I couldn't afford such thoughts, but now the word came, unbidden, unrelenting. I

In eighteenth-century Great Britain, "molly" was used so frequently to describe men, often gender deviant, who desired other men that the private homes or tavern rooms in which they congregated were called Molly Houses.

I might have been in a bar fight once, but if I hit anyone, it was with a bottle of fine cabernet.

Fats Boylermaker, 22, who once leaned against a corner light pole from 2 A.M. Sunday until noon Sunday, when the tavern opened again.

Anker's was low-class enough so that the drinks were cheap, but high-class enough so that you didn't have to worry about someone picking a fight or throwing up on you. I liked it.

Cuando Bast volvió a la habitación, con una vaina negra colgando de la mano, sobre la barra había un montón de botellas relucientes y Kote estaba de pie en el mostrador, ahora vacío, montado entre los dos pesados barriles de roble. Kote, que estaba colocando el tablero sobre uno de los barriles, se quedó quieto y gritó, consternado: —¡Ten cuidado, Bast! Eso que llevas en la mano es una dama, no una moza de esas con las que bailas en las fiestas de pueblo.

group, Kvothe emerged from the kitchen and returned to the

Never pass a bar with your name on it