Wine Quotes

I made wine out of raisins so I would not have to wait for it to age.

Steven Wright

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.

Robert Fripp

In wine there is truth.

Pliny The Elder

Writing in my sixty-fourth year, I can truthfully say that since I reached the age of discretion I have consistently drunk more than most people would say is good for me. Nor did I regret it. Wine has been for me a firm friend and a wise counsellor. Often...wine has shown me matters in their true perspective, and has, as though by the touch of a magic wand, reduced great disasters to small inconveniences. Wine has lit up for me the pages of literature, and revealed in life romance lurking in the commonplace. Wine has made me bold but not foolish; has induced me to say silly things but not to do them.

Duff Cooper

.. Mr. Tulkinghorn sits at one of the open windows, enjoying a bottle of old port. Though a hard-grained man, close, dry, and silent, he can enjoy old wine with the best. He has a priceless bin of port in some artful cellar under the Fields, which is one of his many secrets. When he dines alone in chambers, as he has dined to-day, and has his bit of fish and his steak or chicken brought in from the coffee-house, he descends with a candle to the echoing regions below the deserted mansion, and, heralded by the remote reverberation of thundering doors, comes gravely back, encircled by an earthy atmosphere and carrying a bottle from which he pours a radiant nectar, two score and ten years old, that blushes in the glass to find itself so famous,and fills the whole room with the fragrance of southern grapes.

Charles Dickens

To buy very good wine nowadays requires only money. To serve it toyour guests is a sign of fatigue.

William F. Buckley

Wine gives courage and makes men more apt for passion.

Ovid

The First Duty of wine is to be Red...the second is to be a Burgundy

Harry Waugh

When the wine is in, the wit is out.

Proverb

When the wine goes in, strange things come out.

Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller

Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me...

Vizzini

More Brandy wine? They were boiling it in Ireland before the snakes left

King Henry II

I am drinking some wine, eating some cheese, and catching some rays, you know...

Oddball

Bond has just been surprised by the double agent, Grant. Red wine with fish. Well, that should have told me something.

Bond

I can certainly see you know your wine. Most of the guests who stay here would not know the difference between Bordeaux and Claret.

Basil Fawlty

It is better for pearls to pass through the lips of swine than good wine to pass through the lips of the indifferent.

Mark Luedtke

Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.

Aristophanes

Con pan y vino se anda el camino With bread and wine you can walk your road.

Spanish Proverb

What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?

Isak Dinesen

How simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. . . . All that is required to feel that here and now is happiness is a simple, frugal heart.

Nikos Kazantzakis

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine

Ernest Dowson

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

Ernest Dowson

I struck the board, and cried, No more: I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store. Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit? Sure there was wine Before my sighs did dry it; there was corn Before my tears did drown it; Is the year only lost to me? Have I no bays to crown it?

George Herbert

Let first the onion flourish there, Rose among roots, the maiden-fair, Wine-scented and poetic soul Of the capacious salad bowl.

Robert Louis Stevenson
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