I don't want awards. I am not saying this like it's a case of sour grapes. It isn't. I have been to a couple of award functions, and I soon realised that it doesn't give me the kick that it does to others.
There is stuff I would have liked to have done. But there are no sour grapes.
My life will be sour grapes and ashes without you.
One who can find lemons sweet and grapes sour is ready for Dame Fortune.
The unforgivable political sin is vanity; the killer diet is sour grapes.
I thought these grapes were ripe, but I see now they are quite sour.
The unforgivable political sin is vanity, the killer diet is sour grapes.
Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.
I have to tell you, and I don't mean this as sour grapes or anything, but it is hard to play for fans who see you all the time, makes it much harder.
From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.
I didn't watch the Emmys because - well, for one, I have been to awards shows, and I understand how it works. For another, sour grapes. Actually, that's probably number one.
The television critic, whatever his pretensions, does not labour in the same vineyard as those he criticizes; his grapes are all sour.
Right now everyone is drinking bad wine made of sour grapes and hysteria. Let them drink it, and let them regret it in the morning.
A real fox calls sour not only those grapes that he cannot reach but also those that he has reached and taken away from others.
I was probably never going to get to do the kind of things dramatically that I really wanted to do, so I returned to theater from time to time, and to write, and produce. It's by no means sour grapes.
Careers are not all up, up, up; do good work, continue to grow as an artist, and opportunity finds you. I have no sour grapes.