#cellar

There's something about these obscure vignettes of former lives that's very powerful. Our woods are full of old cellar holes, tumbled-down chimneys, ancient scraggly lilacs absurdly tall still stretching toward the light. ↗

— Leslie Land

#forgotten #history #land #woods #food

It comes from the likes of you! Take what you can get! Grab the chances as they come along! Act in hallways! Sing in doorways! Dance in cellars! ↗

— Alexander Woollcott

#along #cellars #chances #come #comes

I don't really have studios. I wander around around people's attics, out in fields, in cellars, anyplace I find that invites me. ↗

— Andrew Wyeth

#around #cellars #fields #find #i

I knew there was an old axe down cellar; that is all I knew. ↗

— Lizzie Andrew Borden

#cellar #down #i #knew #old

In the cellars of the night, when the mind starts moving around old trunks of bad times, the pain of this and the shame of that, the memory of a small boldness is a hand to hold. ↗

— John Leonard

#bad #bad times #boldness #cellars #hand

Whatever is dirty, it is women's job to clean up, or drive some man to clean up, and that goes for everything from cellar to senate. ↗

— Agnes Macphail

#clean #clean up #dirty #drive #everything

Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume. ↗

— Arthur Miller

#cellar #like #love #might #never

To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does not see anything and notices only the damp smell of putrefaction. ↗

— Edvard Munch

#any #anything #been #being #cannot

When I pair food and wine, I start with the food. If I have a beautiful roasted bird, I might choose a Cabernet or Pinot Noir, or maybe a Syrah, depending on the sauce and what is in my cellar. ↗

— Jacques Pepin

#bird #cellar #choose #depending #food

When I was a child, we always had wine on the table, no matter how simple the meal. The wine had no special identity; it was just 'the wine,' from the cellar cask. The rules were general: white with the first course, red with the main course. ↗

— Jacques Pepin

#cask #cellar #child #course #first