Brandy Quotes

“It was like a Russian party, Arkady thought. People got drunk, recklessly confessed their love, spilled their festering dislike, had hysterics, marched out, were dragged back in and revived with brandy. It wasn't a French salon.”
― Martin Cruz Smith

“Hell is full of musical amateurs: music is the brandy of the damned. May not one lost soul be permitted to abstain?”
― George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman

“Claret is the liquor for boys, port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.”
― Samuel Johnson

“Charity liked brandy. She liked the way it burned her throat while soothing the ache in her heart.”
― Elizabeth Jane Howard, Mr. Wrong

“I’m sorry your evening has been spoilt; I hope Juffrouw van Doorn won’t be too upset.’

‘She will be livid,’ he observed with calm. ‘Drink your brandy, it will prevent you catching cold.’ He leant over Bertie for a moment and listened to the dog’s snores. ‘He’ll be all right now.’

Becky sipped her brandy, wrinkling her nose. ‘This tastes very peculiar.’

Not a muscle of the Baron’s face moved. He would hardly have described his best Napoleon brandy as peculiar.”
― Betty Neels, The Promise of Happiness

“Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.”
― Samuel Jackson

“lavender and brandy
under your
tongue for an entire
weekend. blessed.
joy as a watermelon
seed i keep
swallowing on
purpose.”
― Levi Cain

“...brandy, which is fallen and accursed wine, as devils are fallen and accursed angels...

("The Wondersmith")”
― Fitz James O'Brien, Terror by Gaslight: More Victorian Tales of Terror

“So, after three days of incessant brandy-drinking, he had burned out the youth from his blood, he had achieved this kindled state of oneness with all the world, which is the end of youth's most passionate desire.”
― D. H. Lawrence

“You can't get back in the saddle if you avoid the horses.”
― J. Kenner, My Fallen Saint

“Perched on the edge of her glass was an orange slice speared by a toothpick and topped with a dark-red cherry. She popped the cherry into her mouth and chewed. It was a good one, not the plasticky kind. This one burst on her tongue in a sweet bomb of flavor, with a boozy kick letting her know it had been soaked in brandy.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Kindred Spirits Supper Club

“She sipped her old-fashioned. Sweet and light, with notes of orange and the herb-spice flavor of bitters, all of it balanced with the subtle burn of brandy. It tasted like Wisconsin. It tasted like home.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Kindred Spirits Supper Club