A Quote by Dean Martin

Your lips and mine, two sips of wine, memories are made of this.

Dean Martin

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Dean Martin
American - Actor
June 7, 1917 - December 25, 1995

And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

Oscar Wilde

I never drank except a couple sips of wine at Thanksgiving.

Carol Alt

Lips move; lips touch; lips signal. Lips are on the outside for show, and on the most secret inside of your mouth. Lips frame words that lie. Lips frame a hole that wants to be filled.

Jane Rogers

One not only drinks the wine, one smells it, observes it, tastes it, sips it and-one talks about it.

Edward VII

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.

Rumi

An old wine-bibber having been smashed in a railway collision, some wine was poured on his lips to revive him.

Ambrose Bierce

I Love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Away with funeral music-set The pipe to powerful lips- The cup of life's for him that drinks And not for him that sips.

Robert Louis Stevenson

A giant as we hoped, in truth, a dwarf; A barrel of slop that shines on Lethe's wharf', Which at first seemed a vessel with sweet wine For thirsty lips. So down the swift decline You went through sloven spirit, craven heart And cynic indolence. And here the art Of molding clay has caught you for the nonce And made your shame our shame ~ Your head in bronze!

Edgar Lee Masters

I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.

Charles Dickens

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.

Elvis Presley

And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees

Nick Cave

One of the most insidious myths in American wine culture is that a wine is good if you like it. Liking a wine has nothing to do with whether it is good. Liking a wine has to do with liking that wine, period. Wine requires two assessments: one subjective, the other objective. In this it is like literature. You may not like reading Shakespeare but agree that Shakespeare was a great writer nonetheless.

Karen MacNeil

I don't really drink, but the one thing I really hanker after is Zubrowka vodka. If it's someone's birthday, I'll pretend I like red wine for about three sips.