Taste
A taste for simplicity cannot endure for long.
Men whose sense of taste is destroyed by sickness, sometimes think honey sour. A diseased eye does not see many things which do exist, and notes many things which do not exist. The same thing frequently takes place with regard to the force of words, when the critic is inferior to the writer.
Sometimes we should express our gratitude for the small and simple things like the scent of the rain, the taste of your favorite food, or the sound of a loved one's voice.
If Marilyn is in love with my husband it proves she has good taste, for I am in love with him too.
One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.
It seems odd to think of tasting without any perceptive experience, but you are doing it right now. Humans have taste receptor cells in the gut, the voice box, the upper esophagus. But only the tongue's receptors report to the brain.
My style is very inspired by both my parents, so we all have the same taste.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
In 1974/75, I spent a sabbatical year with Professor Vince Jaccarino and Dr. Alan King at the University of California in Santa Barbara to get a taste of nuclear magnetic resonance. We solved a specific problem on the bicritical point of MnF2, their home-base material. We traded experience, NMR, and critical phenomena.
There is a fine line between censorship and good taste and moral responsibility.
Being happy is a matter of personal taste.
Get excited and enthusiastic about you own dream. This excitement is like a forest fire — you can smell it, taste it, and see it from a mile away.
I'm trying to write books that taste like ice cream but have the nutrition of vegetables.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
Taste and love are not the servants of the will. Love is and must be free. It rises from the heart like perfume from a flower.
Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!