“The loss of taste for what is right is loss of all right taste.” LossTaste Author:Johann Kaspar Lavater
“Many young people adopt pleasures for which they have not the least taste, only because they are called by that name.... You mustallow that drunkenness, which is equally destructive to body and mind, is a fine pleasure. Gaming, that draws you into a thousand scraps, leaves you penniless, and gives you the air and manners of an outrageous madman, is another most exquisite pleasure, is it not? As to running after women, the consequences of that vice are only the loss of one's nose, the total destruction of health, and, not unfrequently, the being run through the body.” PeopleGivingMindBodyRunningYoungNamesLossPleasureAirFineTasteThousandDrawsConsequenceDestructionDrinkingVicesMannersNosesDestructiveGamblingMind And BodyExquisiteOutrageousMadmenDrunkennessScrapGaming Author:Lord Chesterfield
“What is extraordinary is that in the United States the current culture desires feelings of machismo and power, but at the same time has absolutely no taste whatsoever for even the slightest loss or bloodshed or ickiness. That's a fascinating combination.” StatesFeelingsDesireCultureLossUnitedUnited StatesTasteExtraordinaryCurrentsCombinationFascinatingBloodshedMachismo Author:Jaron Lanier
“Sometimes you walk past a pretty girl on the street there's something beyond beauty in her face, something warm and smart and inviting, and in the three seconds you have to look at her, you actually fall in love, and in those moments, you can actually know the taste of her kiss, the feel of her skin against yours, the sound of her laugh, how she'll look at you and make you whole. And then she's gone, and in the five seconds afterwards, you mourn her loss with more sadness than you'll ever admit to.” KnowsFeelsLooksSometimesWholeMomentsPastFacesFallGirlThreeSoundLossWalksLaughingGoneFiveSadnessStreetsTasteKissingSmartSkinsFalling In LoveWarmSecondsMournInvitingPretty Girl Author:Jonathan Tropper
“Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit/Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste/Brought death into the world, and all our woe,/With loss of Eden, till one greater Man/Restore us, and regain the blissful seat,/Sing heavenly muse” MenWorldFirstsLossGreaterTreeTasteFruitMortalsSeatsHeavenlyMuseWoeForbiddenDisobedienceEdenParadise Lost Book 9Paradise Lost Book 1Epic Poetry Author:John Milton
“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
“... her taste in music haunted my memory and I had to stop at Tower Records on the Upper West Side to buy ninety dollars' worth of rap CDs but, as expected, I'm at a loss: [...] voices uttering ugly words like digit, pudding, chunk.” SidesVoiceMemoriesLossRecordsTasteDollarsWestUglyRapExpectedTowersNinetyCdsChunksPuddingWest SideTaste In Music Book:American Psycho Source: American Psycho