Abbatucci Wine Quotes & Sayings

No one accuses the gunner of maudlin affection for anything except his beasts and his weapons. He serves as least three jealous gods-his horse and all its sadlery and harness; his gun, whose least detail of efficiency is more important than men's lives; and, when these have been attended to, the never-ending mystery of his art commands him. — Rudyard Kipling

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hold your head up! Throw you shoulders back! It's the cheapest way to tell the world you're somebody! — Laura Amy Schlitz

A story is time itself, boxed and compressed. — Michael Paterniti

You may hate gravity, but gravity doesn't care. — Clayton Christensen

You need to try. — Emily J. Proctor

So painting your nails tonight, desperately alone?" Lucky guess on his part?
"Yes. Masturbating and crying into your pillow, Doctor Joshua?" He looks at the top button of my shirt.
"Yes. And don't call me that. — Sally Thorne

Lists of books we re-read and books we can't finish tell more about us than about the relative worth of the books themselves — Russell Banks

England offers new comforts. I could write a novel there. — Sylvia Plath

Cujus region, ejus rligio (Whoever's reign, his religion) ... He who owns the country owns the Church, and he that makes your laws for you has the right to make your religion for you. — Martin Luther

He and Brenna were different in one crucial respect, a difference they had both gone to great lengths to avoid discussing - the lack of a mating bond between them.
He was a psychic being. He would have seen it had it been present in any form. That it wasn't, was a sign that though they might be drawn to each other, they weren't made to fit. He didn't give a damn. He was keeping her. — Nalini Singh

In time, after a dozen years of centering their lives around the games boys play with one another, the boys' bodies change and that changes everything else. But the memories are not erased of that safest time in the lives of men, when their prime concern was playing games with guys who just wanted to be their friendly competitors. Life never again gets so simple. — Frank Pittman

Married against their will, kept in one room, and to one occupation, how could a dramatist give a full or interesting or truthful account of them? Love was the only possible interpreter. The poet was forced to be passionate or bitter, unless indeed he chose to 'hate women', which meant more often than not that he was unattractive to them. — Virginia Woolf