A Quote by Sinead O'Connor

When I kissed you, you didn't mind. I thought I tasted of too many cigarettes, but you tasted like wine. — © Sinead O'Connor
When I kissed you, you didn't mind. I thought I tasted of too many cigarettes, but you tasted like wine.
When I heard the idea of a Slayer wine, I tasted the wines they suggested for us. To be honest, I was a bit skeptical at first before I tasted it, but once I tried it, I thought, 'You know what? This is actually really good. A really fruity and round type of flavor for a red wine.' It's very flavorful and tasted awesome!
One night, I pissed into an empty wine bottle so I could continue watching Monty Python, and suddenly thought 'I've never tasted my own piss,' so I drank a little. It looked just like Orvieto Classico and tasted of nearly nothing
I had this beer brewed just for me. I think its the best I ever tasted. And I've tasted a lot. I think you'll like it too.
He tasted passion. He tasted emotion. He tasted a world he’d never imagined, one he could never enter. It was right there in front of him, suddenly open to him. Unexpected. Exciting. Scary.
I'm a runner. Not a race runner, but I just love to run, and I don't think I've ever tasted such amazing food like I've tasted in the whole entire New York.
I've been in the ring with the Bronze Bomber, Deontay Wilder. I've tasted his power, and he's tasted mine.
I have tasted freedom. I will not give up that which I have tasted.
So long as the bee is outside the petals of the lily, and has not tasted the sweetness of its honey, it hovers around the flower emitting the buzzing sound; but when it is inside the flower, it noiselessly drinks the nectar. So long as a man quarrels and disputes about doctrines and dogmas, he has not tasted the nectar of true faith; when he has tasted it, he becomes quiet and full of peace.
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on.
It [discovering Finnish] was like discovering a wine-cellar filled with bottles of amazing wine of a kind and flavour never tasted before. It quite intoxicated me.
He tasted like sin made into wine: dark, heady, and impossible to resist.
[...] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.
I want to be rich in all the foods I’ve tasted and all the places I’ve been and all the people I’ve kissed.
I didn't even like white wine. Then I tasted it and bought a case. It was the first case of any wine I'd ever bought.
So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.
You only tasted the water. I tasted the gift. The water was simply the container for an act of loving-kindness and nothing could be sweeter.
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