Wine Quotes

His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.

I think what I do differently from a lot of TV chefs is that I break down barriers and make fine food more accessible to the regular person, who might be intimidated. I try hard, particularly with wine, to make it not intimidating. It's sort of a teaching job.

Language is wine upon the lips.

Whoever would have guessed that in the land of cheap sausages and mashed potatoes there could be such a change which would actually bring the French from Paris every weekend to invade Britain en masse to eat great food and drink great wine.

I never taste the wine first in restaurants, I just ask the waiter to pour.

I think wine is such a big universe that it's kind of like food - it's intimidating to a lot of people, myself included.

Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.

Why do you have to retire at 65? Why can't you start at 70? You know, like wine. Why can't music be that way? My new band, we're playing stuff that's never been done before.

As we say in the American Institute of Wine and Food, small helpings, no seconds. A little bit of everything. No snacking. And have a good time.

I love cooking during Christmas, all smells like the hot apple cider, the hot spiced wine.

To turn water into wine, and what is common into what is holy, is indeed the glory of Christianity.

My philosophy from day one is that I can sleep better at night if I can improve an individual's knowledge about food and wine, and do it on a daily basis.

I wrote a book called The Taste of New Wine because I couldn't find a book that talked about the reality of the situation and how we were dishonest and afraid.

Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.

Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.

Funny you mention my dinner parties when I have just suggested that inviting close friends over to share a meal with candlelight and wine at your table could be a form of religious experience for some people. To me it's a form of sacrament.

I'm working harder than ever now, and I'm putting on my pants the same as I always have. I just get up every day and try to do a little better than the day before, and that is to run a great restaurant with great food, great wine, and great service. That's my philosophy.

Great people talk about ideas, average people talk about things, and small people talk about wine.

Liverpool without European football is like a banquet without wine.

He opened up the tent where I was actually literally bent over a chair getting my crack touched up and I turned around and said, 'don't come in here Bryan, you don't need to be seeing this!' and he said, 'ooh, you need some white wine.' He handed me a glass of wine.

I have this extraordinary life during the day, and then I get to come home to my sweet husband who loves to cook with me. I have a nice glass of wine, he has some scotch, we chat, we cook, and we hang out with the dog. I have an absolute dream life.

Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.

Wine is a peep-hole on a man.

When I was a child, we always had wine on the table, no matter how simple the meal. The wine had no special identity; it was just 'the wine,' from the cellar cask. The rules were general: white with the first course, red with the main course.

Wine is a turncoat; first a friend and then an enemy.

Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition, men have at all times, and in all countries, called in some physical aid to their moral consolations - wine, beer, opium, brandy, or tobacco.

Critics have done the wine industry a lot of good overall.

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

This is the great fault of wine; it first trips up the feet: it is a cunning wrestler.

Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.