A Quote by Michel Rolland
There are no great enologists. Only good grapes
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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.
It's true, some wine improves with age. But only if the grapes were good in the first place.
My favorite fruit is grapes. Because with grapes, you always get another chance. 'Cause, you know, if you have a crappy apple or a peach, you're stuck with that crappy piece of fruit. But if you have a crappy grape, no problem - just move on to the next. 'Grapes: The Fruit of Hope.'
I once owned a collection of 77 novels that won the Pulitzer. The only good novel of the bunch was The Grapes of Wrath.
Without good company all dainties
Lose their true relish, and like painted grapes,
Are only seen, not tasted.
If ever we are going to be made into wine, we will have to be crushed; you cannot drink grapes. Grapes become wine only when they have been squeezed. I wonder what kind of finger and thumb God has been using to squeeze you, and you have been like a marble and escaped?
Food for thought, eat my words with your mind:
Emcees are grapes, and grapes are crushed to wine.
Flat fields produce mediocre grapes, but rolling hills produce the greatest grapes. Why? Because the vines must struggle for survival.
What we do know absolutely is that human lives are worth more than grapes and that innocent-looking grapes on the table may disguise poisonous residues hidden deep inside where washing cannot reach.
Wisdom doesn't automatically come with old age. Nothing does - except wrinkles. It's true, some wines improve with age. But only if the grapes were good in the first place.
I've been into the habit of freezing white grapes and using them as a snack. Instead of eating peanuts or popcorn or something like that or pretzels, I just eat the white grapes.
God in his goodness sent the grapes
To cheer both great and small;
Little fools will drink too much
And great fools none at all!
Nuts don’t come in bunches. Only grapes do.
Grapes become wine only when they have been squeezed.
Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig.
Only a fool tries to reconstruct a bunch of grapes from a bottle of wine.
