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Wines Quotes (page 11)

The Immortals I killed them, but they would not die. Yea! all the day and all the night For them I could not rest or sleep, Nor guard from them nor hide in flight. Then in my agony I turned And made my hands red in their gore. In vain - for faster than I slew They rose more cruel than before. I killed and killed with slaughter mad; I killed till all my strength was gone. And still they rose to torture me, For Devils only die in fun. I used to think the Devil hid In women’s smiles and... Isaac Rosenberg
Soren Kierkegaard quote: "Nothing is as heady as the wine of possibility"
Nothing is as heady as the wine of possibility Soren Kierkegaard
If the wine drinker has a deep gentleness in him, he will show that when drunk. But if he has hidden anger and arrogance, those appear. Rumi
Love After Love The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate... Derek Walcott
He sang the brightness of mornings and green rivers, He sang of smoking water in the rose-colored daybreaks, Of colors: cinnabar, carmine, burnt sienna, blue, Of the delight of swimming in the sea under marble cliffs, Of feasting on a terrace above the tumult of a fishing port, Of tastes of wine, olive oil, almonds, mustard, salt. Of the flight of the swallow, the falcon, Of a dignified flock of pelicans above the bay, Of the scent of an armful of lilacs in summer rain, Of his having composed... Czeslaw Milosz
George R. R. Martin quote: "It's sad. He likes it where the wine is, and the smiles."
It's sad. He likes it where the wine is, and the smiles. George R. R. Martin
Tennessee Williams quote: "You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine ?m inclined to..."
You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine ?m inclined to extravagance. Tennessee Williams
A wine cellar requires order, forethought and good taste,’ the old man used to say. ‘These are the virtues that made Britain great. Ken Follet
She wants to drink that man too, and then she can forget forever the cheap wine that you gulp down and that makes you feel drunk, but always leaves you with a headache and an empty space in your soul. Paulo Coelho
Stephenie Meyer quote: "Enjoying the bouquet while resisting the wine." -Edward"
Enjoying the bouquet while resisting the wine." -Edward Stephenie Meyer
THERE WAS A TIME"There was a time, everything was fine. You got drunk on the day like it was wine. And all the children, They put flowers in their hair. And all the grown-ups, They put daggers there instead. Marc Bolan
Babe, you've destroyed a car, burned down two buildings, stapled a guy's nuts, and you have sixteen stitches in your leg. Take a night off. Have a glass of wine, watch some television, and go to bed early."-Ranger Janet Evanovich
If I am frightened then I can hide it. If I am crying, I'll call it laughter. If I am haunted, I'll call it my imaginary friend. If I am bleeding I'll call it wine. But if you leave me then I am broken. And if I'm broken then only death remains Elvis Costello
Victor Hugo quote: "As for wine, he drank water."
As for wine, he drank water. Victor Hugo
There was an ache in his heart like the farewell to a dear woman; there was a vague sorrow in him like the despair of autumn. He walked past the restaurants he used to smell with interest, and no appetite was aroused in him. He walked by Madam Zuca's great establishment, and exchanged no obscene jests with the girls in the windows. Back to the wharf he went. He leaned over the rail and looked into the deep, deep water. Do you know, Danny, how the wine of your life is pouring into the fruit... John Steinbeck

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