Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, As sweet as clover-honey in its cell; Love is the password whereby souls get in To Heaven--the gate that leads, sometimes, to Hell.
The bitter dregs of Fortune's cup to drain.
Friendship is full of dregs.
None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
You should know that there is little you can seek in this world, that there is no need for you to be so greedy, in the end all you can achieve are memories, hazy, intangible, dreamlike memories which are impossible to articulate. When you try to relate them, there are only sentences, the dregs left from the filter of linguistic structures.
Gambling has held human beings in thrall for millennia. It has been engaged in everywhere, from the dregs of society to the most respectable circles.
A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.
[E]lections amount to little more than choosing between the scum that floats to the top of the barrel and the dregs that settle to the bottom.
The dregs may stir themselves as they please; they fall back to the bottom by their own coarseness.
Drink your fill when the jar is first opened, and when it is nearly done, but be sparing when it is half-empty; it's a poor savingwhen you come to the dregs.
Friends fly away when the cask has been drained to the dregs.
What is written is merely the dregs of experience.
London! the needy villain's general home, The common sewer of Paris and of Rome! With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
Froth at the top, dregs at bottom, but the middle excellent.
Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs?
What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work?
Friendship's full of dregs.
