“Since I got married my wife doesn't really let me wear anything that I used to because she says I have no taste at all.” UsedWifeTasteMarriedLet MeMy Wife Author:Dominic West
“I have a little tradition that humbles me as a man that lets me know I'm a part of the field and a part of the game, and it's the very bottom as well as the very top. Yeah, it's going to be all over the internet. You know what? You should've seen some games before this. I'll tell you one thing, the grass at Tiger Stadium tastes best.” KnowsMenShouldWellsLittlesGamesOne ThingFieldsInternetTasteTraditionLet MeYeahBottomGrassTigersStadiumsLsuTiger Stadium Author:Les Miles
“Will we allow the decline of our language-the language of Shakespeare, Shaw and Steinbeck? Will we abuse our precious gift of communication? Will we bite our mother tongue with the teeth of indifference, crushing the taste buds of clarity and, without prompt application of the antiseptic of education, causing the gangrene of strained metaphors? Stand up, America, and let me hear your answer: Ain't no way, dude!” WayAmericaMotherLanguageAnswersCommunicationTasteLet MeAbuseMetaphorTongueTeethClarityIndifferenceCrushBitesApplicationDeclineBudPromptsPrecious GiftsMother TongueTaste Buds Author:Mike Nichols
“My wife, trying to be helpful, goes to the grocery store and buys this stuff called soy bacon. Let me tell you something: I know soy beans are good for a lot of things. Let's stay out of the bacon market! It says It looks and tastes like real bacon! No it doesn't! It tastes like somebody bacon-flavored a turd, that's what it tastes like!” KnowsTryingLooksRealStuffWifeTasteLet MeMy WifeStoresHelpfulGroceriesBeansGrocery StoresSoyTurds Author:Bill Engvall
“With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy wall of time, which is forever lifting and pulling and letting fresh spaces of life in upon us. May it be mine to taste the moment before it has spread itself over the rest of the world! Let me taste the newest and the freshest.” WorldMayMomentsSpaceForeverMinesWallTasteWindowLet MeSpreadFancyCheeksPullingLiftingWindow Panes Book:Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)
“He dropped the rest of the Cokes into the grave and pulled out a white paper bag decorated with cartoons. I hadn’t seen one in years, but I recognized it — a McDonald’s Happy Meal. He turned it upside down and shook the fries and hamburger into the grave. “In my day, we used animal blood,” the ghost mumbled. “It’s perfectly good enough. They can’t taste the difference.” “I will treat them with respect,” Nico said. “At least let me keep the toy,” the ghost said.” YearsSaidEnoughUsedDifferencesWhiteAnimalBloodTastePaperTreatsLet MeDown AndGravesGhostMealsBagsGood EnoughToysCartoonUpside DownCokeMcdonaldsHamburgersFriesPerfectly GoodPaper BagsWhite Paper Author:Rick Riordan
“let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.” FeelsHappensFormBlackRealizingLossGriefFireRegretLike YouSorrowTasteAngelLet MeFingersSpreadCooksSubstanceThickAshesDipDissolvingSyrup Author:Jodi Picoult