Quotes on the topic: Grapes


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What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.


We found vines of a large size, and in some cases quite loaded with grapes; we also found an abundance of roses, which appeared to be like those of Castile.


I've never had any delusions about being a leading man, and it's not sour grapes to say that in the best films that I've always enjoyed, the cliched leading man type isn't a part of the picture.


I tend to eat things in fours. I'll eat four nuts, four grapes, four chips at a time. I don't know why. It's not really a superstition. I don't think anything bad will happen if I don't, but three potato chips doesn't seem right.


When you think about 'The Grapes of Wrath,' it's an American masterpiece, and a very long process goes into the making of such a book.


In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.


Grapes are grown in such profusion in the Southern and Western States that I have seen damaged bunches thrown to the pigs. Americans find it difficult to understand how highly this fruit is prized in England.


Now, instead of loading up your jalopy and heading for California, you take a second, badly paid job; 'The Grapes of Wrath' has turned into 'Nickel and Dimed.'


The television critic, whatever his pretensions, does not labour in the same vineyard as those he criticizes; his grapes are all sour.


There is stuff I would have liked to have done. But there are no sour grapes.


Telling a story is like trying to eat grapes with a fork. It's always trying to get away from you. And if you're a good author, and you've challenged yourself, and you're telling big stories, there's more and more that's trying to get away from you simultaneously.


We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.


The Helmand area used to be the breadbasket of Afghanistan. There was a time when a substantial number of the grapes we ate came from Afghanistan.


My goodness, everyone is planting grapes, even a neighbor with only five acres.


I never ate of the grapes nor feared of the eruptions.


I could spend a whole day at a spa. I'd get a facial, a scalp rub, massages, then eat some grapes and be good to go.


The vine bears three kinds of grapes: the first of pleasure, the second of intoxication, the third of disgust.


A few months ago, I had the pleasure of actually visiting the Playboy Mansion. I saw the peacocks, fed grapes to the monkeys, and even braved the fabled Grotto. After seeing the estate, I understood why anyone would be reluctant to leave.


You could think of extraordinary examples to the contrary: The Grapes of Wrath... and even into the 70s.


The fight is never about grapes or lettuce. It is always about people.