From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.
I am sure the grapes are sour.
There is stuff I would have liked to have done. But there are no sour grapes.
You can't really appreciate anonymity until you've lost it. People say that's sour grapes, but it really isn't To be able to walk down the street without people paying attention to you is a real blessing and you lose it when you become an actor.
Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.
The unforgivable political sin is vanity, the killer diet is sour grapes.
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.
Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.
I suppose that the main benefit of being rich (over just being independent) is to be able to despise rich people (a good concentration of whom you find in glitzy ski resorts) without any sour grapes. It is even sweeter when these farts don't know that you are richer than they are.
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.
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.
We ought to do good to others as simply as a horse runs, or a bee makes honey, or a vine bears grapes season after season without thinking of the grapes it has borne.
Each of us will taste the bitter ashes of life, from sin and neglect to sorrow and disappointment. But the atonement of Christ can lift us up in beauty from our ashes on the wings of a sure promise of immortality and eternal life. He will thus lift us up, not only at the end of life, but in each day of our lives.
The television critic, whatever his pretensions, does not labour in the same vineyard as those he criticizes; his grapes are all sour.