A Quote by Tom Araya

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!
When I kissed you, you didn't mind. I thought I tasted of too many cigarettes, but you tasted like wine.
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
You can only know a good wine if you have first tasted a bad one.
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 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 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.
I tasted the bread and wine of equality.
I tasted - careless - then - I did not know the Wine Came once a World - Did you? Oh, had you told me so - This Thirst would blister - easier - now
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.
People who say that they can't appreciate a great wine generally haven't tasted one
For the first time in my life I tasted death, and death tasted bitter, for death is birth, is fear and dread of some terrible renewal.
I thought it was crazy for people to eat dirt until I actually tasted it. I really liked it!
He tasted like sin made into wine: dark, heady, and impossible to resist.
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.
This site uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience. More info...
Got it!