"Wine" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... mortals there may be, so wise, or so fine, As in evenings like this no enjoyment to see; But, as I'm not particular—wit, love, and wine, Are for one night's amusement sufficient for me. Nay—humble and strange as my tastes may appear— If driv'n to the worst, I could manage, thank heaven, To put up with eyes such as beam round me here, And with wine such as ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 19, No. 528, Saturday, January 7, 1832 • Various
... they supped. In love all is ideal. In love, eating and drinking together affords opportunities for many sweet promiscuous touches, by which a mouthful becomes a kiss. They drank ale or wine from the same glass, as they might drink dew out of the same lily. Two souls in love are as full of grace as two birds. Gwynplaine waited on Dea, cut her bread, poured out her drink, approached her ...
— The Man Who Laughs • Victor Hugo
... symbols and metaphors, and labored earnestly to discipline me in such manner of speech; and, to render me the more assured of his unalterable love, he named me Fiammetta, and himself Panfilo. Woe is me! How often, when warmed with love and wine, did we tell tales, in the presence of our dearest friends, of Fiammetta and Panfilo, feigning that they were Greeks of the days of old, I at one time, he at another; and the tales were all of ourselves; how we were first ...
— La Fiammetta • Giovanni Boccaccio
... was haughty and imperious. At the age of eight she refused to play with another child on the ground of her companion's social inferiority. "The daughter of a Baroness," she said, "cannot play with the daughter of a wine-merchant." When she was eleven years old, her parents took her away from her protectress and sent her into the streets to sell gingerbread—a dangerous experience for a child of tender years. After six years of street life, Amenaide sought out her benefactress and begged her to take her back. The ...
— A Book of Remarkable Criminals • H. B. Irving
... from him. He was cocking up his grey moustaches at either end and curling them into his eyes, and strutting out with his sound leg as proud as a piper. What she had said to him the Lord knows, but it was like old wine ...
— The Great Shadow and Other Napoleonic Tales • Arthur Conan Doyle
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