Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape
The heart, like the grape, is prone to delivering its harvest in the same moment it appears to be crushed.
O, Winter! Put away thy snowy pride; O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell; O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums aside; O, Autumn! Bid the grape with poison swell.
It was with good reason that God commanded through Moses that the vineyard and harvest were not to be gleaned to the last grape or grain; but something to be left for the poor. For covetousness is never to be satisfied; the more it has, the more it wants. Such insatiable ones injure themselves, and transform God's blessings into evil.
You know the type: loud as a motorbike but wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight.
Art compares to nature like wine to the grape.
I would say 95% of the time, because you just can't remember your lines if you're drinking alcohol. I would say about 95% of the time it was grape juice or this fake wine, which was horrible.
Pedialyte's a super-Gatorade that they give infants when they're dehydrated. It's on all our riders now. Drink a liter of grape Pedialyte and no hangover. The guys from Pantera taught us that trick.
When I was younger we had a grape arbor, and my mom would go out and pick grapes and make grape jam in the sink - boil it, put it in jars, and give it away as gifts.
Beulah, peel me a grape
In prison, inmates sometimes use Cheetos and grape juice as makeup. I wouldn't use that beauty regimen around Britney Spears - she might lick your face off!
I didn't even know what I did in 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape'. I just went off with whatever I felt instinctually without a second thought.
Essentially, wines are fermented grape juice, so I'm trying to make the point that the wine world is about scores and marketing and kind of creating a scarce resource where they don't really exist.
Don't long for the unripe grape.
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.
The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.
beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water
It's just that the grape has me down.
I remember the day we were hanging around the band's commune and Roger came in with the press kit for a rock band (Moby Grape) any of us had ever seen. It looked psychedelic, yet it was done by ad people. I believe the word "hype" was coined on that very day.
It is the crushed grape that gives out the blood-red wine: it is the suffering soul that breathes the sweetest melodies.
