Wine Quotes

“I am beginning to feel the need of a glass of wine to fortify myself against this conversation.”
― Naomi Novik, His Majesty's Dragon

“And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for awhile; and shall later on be my companion and my helper.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“I would drink that whole bottle if I knew it wouldn’t get me completely drunk. I miss wine.”

“Um, you haven’t had it for one night, and you miss it?”

“Clearly, you underestimate my relationship with wine and what I do on the weekends when I’m by myself reading.”
― Rachel Van Dyken, The Bet

“He looked as if he had been beaten to death with a wine bottle, but by doing it with the contents of the bottle.”
― Richard Brautigan, The Abortion

“The only way of rendering life endurable is to drink as much wine as one can come by.”
― James Branch Cabell, Beyond Life

“Count Olaf had taken out a bottle of wine to pour himself some breakfast, but when he saw the book he stopped, and sat down.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning

“Mr. Emerson watched, almost breathless, as she swirled the wine in her glass expertly, then lifted it so that she could examine it more closely in the candlelight. She brought the glass to her nose, closed her eyes, and sniffed. Then she placed the glass to her plump lips and tasted the wine, holding it in her mouth for a while before swallowing. She opened her eyes, smiled even more widely, and thanked Antonio for his precious gift.”
― Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel's Inferno

“It is not the wine that makes us drunk, but the one who brings it and fills the glass.”
― M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry

“Wine is a gateway drug to environmentalism.”
― Katherine Cole

“Take a glass of wine while reading, your feet on the back of your slave. This is the best combination of pleasures that is.”
― Danny Tyran

“Bring me the wine; tonight I drink all without dreaming you.”
― M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry

“Day offers two equally necessary sacraments - the benediction of morning and the absolution of dusk. In the morning coffee blesses and in the evening wine absolves.”
― Michael Foley, Embracing the Ordinary: Lessons From the Champions of Everyday Life

“Love is meant to be sipped, rather than chugged, like a glass of wine you drink strait from the bottle.
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― Dark Jar Tin Zoo, Love Quotes for the Ages. Specifically Ages 19-91.

“One of the cafés had that brilliant idea of putting up a slogan: 'the best protection against infection is a good bottle of wine', which confirmed an already prevalent opinion that alcohol is a safeguard against infectious disease. Every night, towards 2 a.m., quite a number of drunk men, ejected from the cafés , staggered down the streets, vociferating optimism.”
― Albert Camus, The Plague

“It was baking hot in the square when we came out after lunch with our bags and the rod-case to go to Burguete. People were on top of the bus, and others were climbing up a ladder. Bill went up and Robert sat beside Bill to save a place for me, and I went back in the hotel to get a couple of bottles of wine to take with us. When I came out the bus was crowded. Men and women were sitting on all the baggage and boxes on top, and the women all had their fans going in the sun. It certainly was hot. Robert climbed down and fitted into the place he had saved on the one wooden seat that ran across the top. Robert Cohn stood in the shade of the arcade waiting for us to start. A Basque with a big leather wine-bag in his lap lay across the top of the bus in front of our seat, leaning back against our legs. He offered the wine-skin to Bill and to me, and when I tipped it up to drink he imitated the sound of a klaxon motor-horn so well and so suddenly that spilled some of the wine, and everybody laughed. He apologized and made me take another drink. He made the klaxon again a little later, and it fooled me the second time. He was very good at it. The Basques liked it. The man next to Bill was talking to him in Spanish and Bill was not getting it, so he offered the man one of the bottles of wine. The man waved it away. He said it was too hot and he had drunk too much at lunch. When Bill offered the bottle the second time he took a long drink, and then the bottle went all over that part of the bus. Every one took a drink very politely, and then they made us cork it up and put it away. They all wanted us to drink from their leather wine-bottles. They were peasants going up into the hills.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

“This wine is grand. This poison is grand. It is fine to have good wine to drink, and good poison to kill with, is it not?

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

“Wer nicht liebt Wein, Weib, und Gesang,
Der bleibt ein Narr sein Lebenlang

(He who loves not Wine, Women and Song
Remains a fool his whole life long)”
― Martin Luther

“What is blood but the wine of life?”
― Vera Nazarian, Cobweb Bride

“The wine is drawn, M. le Marquis...we must drink it.′”
― William Makepeace Thackery

“Give strong drink to the one who is perishing, and wine to those in bitter distress; let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more.”
― Proverbs 31 67

“...И всяко нещо си беше на мястото.
Светът, като грамаден ирис на едно още по-гигантско око, отворило се също току-що, за да огледа всичко, го наблюдаваше втренчено.
И той разбра какво е било онова, което се бе хвърлило отгоре му, за да остане с него — и вече нямаше да му избяга.
Та аз съм бил жив! — възкликна Дъглас.
Пръстите му трепнаха, обагрени от кръв, като трофей от непознато знаме, забелязано едва сега, до този миг невидяно, а той се питаше на коя страна воюва и каква клетва е дал. Прегърнал Том, но без да осъзнава, че го държи, той допря свободната си ръка до тази кръв, сякаш кръвта би могла да се откърти, да се вземе на длан, да се оглежда от всички страни. След туй пусна Том и остана да лежи по гръб, с ръка протегната към небето, стана само глава, от която очите се взираха като стражи през бойниците на неизвестен замък в един мост — ръката му, и в пръстите, където яркият кървав вимпел трептеше на светлината...
Тревата шептеше под тялото му. Той отпусна ръка и усети мъхестата ножница на власинките по тревата, усети как далече някъде, чак долу, пръстите пропукват в обувките му. Вятърът въздъхна край ушите му. Светът се плъзгаше, ярък и шарен, по стъкления овал на очните му ябълки и той го наблюдаваше, както се виждат образи, разискрени в кълбо от кристал. Цветята бяха слънце и разжарени петна от синева, пръснати из гората. Птиците прехвръкваха като камъчета, разпилени по огромното обърнато езеро на небето. Дъхът му гладеше зъбите, нахълтваше леден и излизаше разжарен. Насекомите тряскаха въздуха с електрическа яркост. Десет хиляди отделни косъма пораснаха с една милионна от инча на главата му. Чуваше ритъма на сърцата-близнаци в ушите си, третото сърце туптеше в гърлото му, двете сърца пулсираха в китките му, истинското сърце блъскаше в гърдите му. Милионите пори по тялото му се разтвориха.
Наистина съм жив! — помисли си Дъглас. — Досега не съм го знаел, или съм го бил забравил!
Извика това гръмко, но безмълвно, поне десетина пъти! Гледай, гледай! Вече дванайсетгодишен и чак сега! Чак сега да открие този безценен часомер, този светлозлатен часовник, с гаранция за седемдесет години, оставен под дървото и намерен по време на боричкането.
— Том! — викна той, а сетне прошепна: — Том… всички ли на този свят… всички ли знаят, че са живи?
— Сигурно. Да, дявол да го вземе!
— Дано да знаят — промълви Дъглас. — О, дано да го знаят...
Искам да почувствам всичко, което може да се чувства, казваше си той. Нека да се уморя, оставете ме да се изморя. Не бива да забравям, аз съм жив, зная че съм жив, не бива да забравям това нито тази вечер, нито утре, нито пък в други ден...”
― Ray Bradbury

“Soon you catch your first glimpse of a vineyard basking in the sun, its broad leaves silently turning sunlight into sugar, ripening vitis vinifera, the European grapes that make the world’s finest wines. For a moment you might imagine you’ve been mysteriously wafted to the French countryside, but no, this is the East End of Long Island, the most exciting new wine region in North America. You’ve reached your destination, but your journey of discovery has barely begun”
― Jane Taylor Starwood, Long Island Wine Country: Award-Winning Vineyards Of The North Fork And The Hamptons

“The first miracle Jesus performed was instant winemaking. No wonder people loved Him! He probably received a bunch of wedding invitations after that one.”
― Dillon Burroughs, Undefending Christianity: Embracing Truth Without Having All the Answers

“Ngu xuẩn là thứ tôi chưa bao giờ đánh giá thấp”
― James Patterson, 7th Heaven

“Otwórz butelkę czerwonego wina, którą na pewno masz. Uwiedziesz mnie dzisiaj.”
― Janusz Leon Wiśniewski, S@motność w Sieci

“Here’s a random factoid: I like cats. And here’s another: I like red wine.”
― Shannon Celebi

“That is how politics work; if you don’t drink wine they will consider to bring you milk.”
― M.F. Moonzajer

“You needn’t worry. I don’t think you have aged enough for me to partake of you. Blood, women, wine, and cheese all get better with the passage of time. You are not quite ripe. --Lane DeLuca”
― Wynter Wilkins, Strigoi

“When I am with you, even the water makes me drank”
― M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry

“Sex là sự thật trong tất cả những sự dối trá”
― James Patterson