“Wine is a grand thing," I said. "It makes you forget all the bad.”
Ernest Hemingway book A Farewell to Arms
Source: A Farewell to Arms
“Wine is a grand thing," I said. "It makes you forget all the bad.”
Ernest Hemingway book A Farewell to Arms
Source: A Farewell to Arms
Ernest Dowson (1867–1900) English writer
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetet Incohare Longam (1896). This title too is from Horace: "The short span of life forbids us to entertain long hopes."
“"If wine is fine, everything is fine, and if it's bad, never mind, as long as it is wine."”
Julián Hernández (1960)
"Si el vino está bien, todo está bien, y si está mal, da lo mismo, con tal de que sea vino..."
taken by Rock de Lux magazine.
Mariano Rajoy (1955) Spanish politician
11 February 2007, during the presentation of María Dolores de Cospedal as candidate for the presidency of Castilla-La Mancha. <br class="br">As Opposition Leader, 2007 <br class="br">Source: Libertad Digital http://www.libertaddigital.com/sociedad/rajoy-defiende-el-vino-ante-la-persecucion-del-gobierno-y-dice-que-no-permitire-un-cambio-en-la-ley-electoral-1276298775/
“Magic, madam, is like wine and, if you are not used to it, it will make you drunk.”
Susanna Clarke book The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories
Source: The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories
Omar Khayyám (1048–1131) Persian poet, philosopher, mathematician, and astronomer
The Rubaiyat (1120)
“In former days I wanted wine to drink;
The wine this morning fills the cup in vain.”
Tao Yuanming (365–427) Chinese poet
Second of three poems ("Three Dirges") written by Tao Yuanming in 427, the same year he died at the age of 63, and often read as poems written for his own funeral.
John Minford and Joseph S. M. Lau (eds.), Classical Chinese Literature: An Anthology of Translations (2000), p. 513
Context: In former days I wanted wine to drink;
The wine this morning fills the cup in vain.
I see the spring mead with its floating foam,
And wonder when to taste of it again.
The feast before me lavishly is spread,
My relatives and friends beside me cry.
I wish to speak but lips can shape no voice,
I wish to see but light has left my eye.
I slept of old within the lofty hall,
Amidst wild weeds to rest I now descend.
When once I pass beyond the city gate
I shall return to darkness without end.
Colette (1873–1954) 1873-1954 French novelist: wrote Gigi
Freedom (1908)
Source: Oeuvres complètes en seize volumes