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Old Wine Quotes

Athenaeus quote: "Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to..."
Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. Athenaeus
Oliver Goldsmith quote: "I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old..."
I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines. Oliver Goldsmith
Francis Bacon quote: "Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to..."
Age appears best in four things: old wood to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust and old authors to read. Francis Bacon
Aw I don't wanta go to no such thing, I just wanta drink in alleys.'...But you'll miss all that, just for some old wine.'There's wisdom in wine, goddam it!' I yelled. 'Have a shot! Jack Kerouac
Rose Kennedy quote: "I'm like old wine. They don't bring me out very often, but I'm..."
I'm like old wine. They don't bring me out very often, but I'm well preserved. Rose Kennedy
William Butler Yeats quote: "Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye;..."
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. William Butler Yeats
Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted or enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles. Henry David Thoreau
Haunted. Gulp down your wine, old friends of mine, Roar through the darkness, stamp and sing. And lay ghost hands on everything, But leave the noonday's warm sunshine. To living lads for mirth and wine. I met you suddenly down the street, Strangers assume your phantom faces, You grin at me from daylight places, Dead, long dead, I'm ashamed to greet. Dead men down the morning street. Robert Graves
Nothing in nature now remains unblooded. I used to hope that wine could bring me ease, Could lull asleep my deeply gnawing mind. I was a fool: the senses clear with wine. I looked to Love to cure my old disease. Love led me to a thicket of IVsWhere bristling needles thirsted for each vein. Charles Baudelaire
I always knew the importance of it, since I was three or four years old my mother used to feed me wine and water. I grew up with wine as liquid food. Robert Mondavi
This is the sort of thing we should say by the fireside in the winter-time, as we lie on soft couches after a good meal, drinking sweet wine and crunching chickpeas: "Of what country are you, and how old are you, good sir? And how old were you when the Mede came? Herodotus
The old man would go on with this talking and this talking, drop by drop, stone by stone, flake by flake. His mind would well over at last and he would not be Montag any more, this the old man told him, assured him, promised him. He would be Montag-plus-Faber, fire plus water, and then, one day, after everything had mixed and simmered and worked away in silence, there would be neither fire nor water, but wine. Out of two separate and opposite things, a third. And one day he would look back... Ray Bradbury
I mean, what kind of literature do you think ants would make if they could read? Not F. Scott Fuckin’ Fitzgerald, not Joyce or D-D—D-Dostoyevsky, not even friggin’ Steinbeck. Wouldn’t make any sense to ’em. You ever read Nabokov’s Lolita? Best book of the twentieth century, but old-fashioned my friend, old fuckin’ fashioned. Same old story over and over again, one more guy mesmerized by his own dick, wandering around the wreckage of his life. Who the fuck cares about that? Give me the Knights... Eric Bogosian
Thinking of Macintosh's reaction to Veronica, Grant felt a wave of empathy. "Poor kid's going to be mooning like a puppy for a month. Did you have to smile at him?"Really, Grant. He can't be more than fifteen."Old enough to break out in a sweat," he commented."Hormones," she murmured as she found Fairfield's sparse selection of wine. "They just need time to balance."Grant's gaze drifted down and focused as she bent over. "It should only take thirty or forty years," he muttered. Nora Roberts
What a madly gay little wine, my dear!" M. Cliquot said, repressing, but not soon enough, a grimace of pain. "One would say a Tavel of a good year," I cried, "if one were a complete bloody fool." I did not say the second clause aloud.My old friend looked at me with a new respect. He was discovering in me a capacity for hypocrisy that he had never credited me with before. A. J. Liebling

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