Tasting – Quotes

I eat for a

I eat for a living, so working out is definitely part of my job, the same way that the eating, tasting, and drinking is. Gail Simmons

Drunken with what? With

Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken. Eugene O’Neill

Death is by no means separate from life. . . . We all interact with death every day, tasting it as we might a wine, feeling its keen edge even in trifling losses and disappointments, holding it by the hand, as a dancer might a partner, in every separation. Eugene Kennedy

Wine is one of

Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing. Ernest Hemingway

I drank a bottle

I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was Chateau Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company. Ernest Hemingway

Wine … offers a

Wine … offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than possibly any other purely sensory thing which may be purchased. Ernest Hemingway

I\\’m sorry for the

I’m sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion’s strain, But I’m sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew love’s pain, Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o’er a grave. Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The winter will be

The winter will be short, the summer long, The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot, Tasting of cider and of scuppernong; All seasons sweet, but autumn best of all. The squirrels in their silver fur will fall Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot. Elinor Wylie

The purpose of life

The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience. Eleanor Roosevelt

Joys season\\’d high, and

Joys season’d high, and tasting strong of guilt. Edward Young