#taste

Although one may fail to find happiness in theatrical life, one never wishes to give it up after having once tasted its fruits. ↗

— Anna Pavlova

#although #fail #find #fruits #give

When someone between twenty and forty says, apropos of a work of art, 'I know what I like,' he is really saying 'I have no taste of my own but accept the taste of my cultural milieu. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#conventionality #taste #art

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. ↗

— Kate Moss

#good #nothing #skinny #tastes

You have to see this,” he said. For the rest of my life, the men I loved or would love—it was always this way: *You must read/see/listen to/ think about this*. And I would. Read or watch or listen or think. It was one way of becoming the person I wanted to be. ↗

— Suzanne Scanlon

#taste #life

Why don't you like the foods I like?" he asks sometimes. "Why don't you like the foods I make?" I answer. ↗

— Lydia Davis

#cooking #cuisine #diet #food #foods

Roselyn lost her taste for bacon momentarily, which was as long as she was ever capable of losing it. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#diet #taste #diet

Charging commercial institutions with failure to educate public taste is an indulgence from which intellectuals will only be deterred when they grasp that a non-existant contract can be neither breached nor enforced. If commerce is to be indicted for anything, it can only be for commercialism, and whether that is a crime or not is a political question. ↗

— Colin Watson

#impoverished-thought #education

If you’re hungry, eat one of my new starvation pills. They taste like silence.
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— Jarod Kintz

#food #hunger #hungry #silence #silent

The two Mast Houses just within the Victory Gate of Portsmouth Dockyard are raised above the water on piloti. They are structures of remarkable grace, clinker-built, painted the palest green. They are vast, as they needed to be. Their survival is an industrial site devoted for a century to the servicing of mastless vessels is a matter for celebration. The use of which the more southerly is put is a matter for obloquy: the Mary Rose Shop is a repository of tawdry, insipid tat. It's the sort of stuff to make me wince- a dismal, timid inventory of mediocrity. Bad taste is forgivable. It's no taste which is so disheartening. ↗

— Jonathan Meades

#forgiveness

I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me. ↗

— Brigid Lowry

#life #night #rosie #taste #waiting