Taste Quotes
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I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.
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It was as soft as a poached egg and, when he punctured it, oozed what appeared to be ivory-colored cream. He tried some. Richness flooded his mouth. The taste was fresh, almost like chewing grass, but filling and slightly sweet.
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Pride would be a lot easier to swallow if it didn't taste so bad.
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Taste is something quite different from fashion, superior to fashion.
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To be a star is to own the world and all the people in it. After a taste of stardom, everything else is poverty.
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I’ve been starvin’ for another taste. Like a dog, you got me on a leash. I’ve been barkin’ at your feet. One more bite is all I need.
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Only the work of art itself can raise the standard of taste.
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There is no such thing as reconstituted lemon juice, only reconstituted taste buds.
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Defining yourself by your taste is easier than defining yourself by any genuine stance on something.
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I found that no food tastes as good as what it feels like to be healthy.
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I'm not a huge fan of romantic comedimes- my taste goes much more to the offbeat and dark. I'd love to sink my teeth into something like Fargo.
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The beginning of hardship is like the first taste of bitter food--it seems for a moment unbearable; yet, if there is nothing else to satisfy our hunger, we take another bite and find it possible to go on.
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I had never tasted salmon. Truffles, foie gras, caviar, I didn't like. It was the same emotion as coming as a kid to Amazonas to fish and hunt with my grandfather and father. I didn't enjoy some of the flavours and textures. They were just too strange.
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To be a poet is to have an appetite for a certain anxiety which, when tasted among the swirling sum of things existent or forfeit, causes, as the taste dies, joy.
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No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.
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Go ahead and make something for the elites. Not the elites of class or wealth, but the elites of curiosity, passion and taste. Every great thing ever created was created by and for this group.
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Right now my taste is going more for things that are organic where the people are using all the sonic possibilities in interesting ways.
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In harvesting of evil deeds, the human race is busy; and doing so is to taste the pangs of Hell . . . The piling up of wealth is the piling up of others' property; what one thus storeth formeth but provisions for one's enemies... I wash off human scandal by devotion true; and by my zeal, I satisfy the Deities. By compassion, I subdue the demons; all blame I scatter to the wind, and upward turn my face.
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Because of dissociation, many victims are able to remember the abuse only when a certain object, smell, color, scene, or experience triggers a sudden, severe reaction. During a flashback one seems to see, feel, hear, smell, or taste something from the past as if it were actually happening in the present. In a visual flashback, you actually see the scene of your abuse, or you may see an object or image that reminds you or is symbolic of your abuse.
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For a well-made cup of coffee is the proper beginning to an idle day. Its aroma is beguiling, its taste is sweet; yet it leaves behind only bitterness and regret. In that, it resembles, surely, the pleasures of love.
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I can only tell you this-I would rather have taste than either love or money.
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I feel like I'm a graduate of the Roger Corman School of Filmmaking. I went and visited Roger on the set of Dinoshark and that's in the movie. That's where I really got a big whopping taste of what it's like to be on one of his sets.
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The bread I eat in London, is a deleterious paste, mixed up with chalk, alum, and bone ashes: insipid to the taste, and destructive to the constitution.
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It is a curious thing that when one speaks from the heart it is invariably in the worst of taste.
