Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!
Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.
I never ate of the grapes nor feared of the eruptions.
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul.
My life will be sour grapes and ashes without you.
What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.
I saw this wino, he was eating grapes. I was like, "Dude, you have to wait".
We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne.
I believe that the responsibility of the winemaker is to take that fruit and get it into the bottle as the most natural and purest expression of that vineyard, of the grape varietal or blend, and of the vintage.
He who loves not women, wine, and song Remains a fool his whole life long.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
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.
Wine makes daily living easier, less hurried with fewer tensions and more tolerance.
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape
Don't long for the unripe grape.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
No greater thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.
I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
My goodness, everyone is planting grapes, even a neighbor with only five acres.
To take wine into your mouth is to savor a droplet of the river of human history.
Fresh grapes and wine are perhaps the most luscious foods we mortals encounter during our sojourn here.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
It's just that the grape has me down.
October, here's to you. Here's to the heady aroma of the frost-kissed apples, the winey smell of ripened grapes, the wild-as-the-wind smell of hickory nuts and the nostalgic whiff of that first wood smoke.
And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.
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