Quotes About Sour

The wine is gone. Only sour wine fumes remain. Drunkenness pretends to resolution.

She was covered in sweat, and her body odor filled my nostrils. But her smell wasn't repulsive, believe me! It was rather alluring. It was tempting, a little foul, sour, yet arousing.

It was final sour proof of something Harvey had suspected for years: Man, he declared, is but a great mischievous baboon.

Don't worry, Iceberg, this will melt you!" He chuckled. I didn't like his tone. "Why are you calling me that?" "Because you're cold as ice, and that sour face of yours could sink a ship! What are you afraid of?" he teased. "That you might melt?

Shit Bug said, his face sour. It's that thing again. We've been dealing with it since Pierce. You think you have a lead and then poof - he made a puffing motion with his fingers - it melts into nothing and all you have is frustration and the far noise your face makes when you hit you desk with it. Fart.... what?

But the poem was a Liebestod and although art cannot but console for what it weeps over, the completion of the poem left him sour and sick and utterly convinced of the henceforward impossibility of love.

The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on edge.

I write with humour about sadness, to introduce an element of sweet to the sour, a bit like Turkish food.

Being on a comedy tour is like traveling with family, everyone is all having a great time... then all of a sudden it turns sour. One thing gets said out of turn, and everyone is on everyone's last nerve. After an hour of silence, we all start laughing about it.

I've been on jobs where there's that one actor who is just a miserable, miserable no-good, dirty bastard, and it just turns the whole process sour.

The unforgivable political sin is vanity; the killer diet is sour grapes.

As you can see from 'Symptomatic of a relationship gone sour' I have definitely done my fair share of sinning, so I just want to recount my story and how I have come to terms with myself.

The relationship between press and politician - protected by the Constitution and designed to be happily adversarial - becomes sour, raw and confrontational.

With caviar, you place a blob of it on sour cream or on a lettuce leaf and everyone is happy. I'm trying to get away from that.

Parody is homage gone sour.

Of course, I'm sour that if (retirement) happens, I didn't get to quit on my own terms.

I'm a huge candy fan. My favorite growing up was always Sour Belts or Sour Straws.

I remain faithful to bourbon sour. It's absolutely delicious. You'd have to ask a bartender what's in it, but I think if you know you might never have a drink. I also love a little rum, 7 years aged, brown, when it is chilly, before dinner.

Pickled chillies are a must with wantan mee. I could eat a whole bowl of them - they're hot, salty, vinegary and sour all at the same time.

Cohabitation seems a greater leap in cities because it's all the harder to extract oneself if things turn sour. It's what keeps otherwise functional adults living with their mothers.

I am a greedy poet. I keep munching life all the time. Sweet, sour and bitter moments.

Not to mention Graceless, Pointless, Feckless and Aimless, who are all under-producing and their milk is sour and they won't go anywhere near the yard.

The fathers have eaten a sour grape, and the children's teeth are set on edge.

I don't like wine,' says Davíd. 'It's sour.' 'Wine is an acquired taste. When we are young we don't like it, then when we are older we acquire a taste for it.' 'I am never going to acquire a taste for it.' 'That's what you say. Let's wait and see.' Having