Her skin tasted expensive.
Until you've tasted it [anything], you can't really know it.
If you never tasted a bad apple, you would not appreciate a good apple. You have to experience life to understand life.
So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.
The vain presumption of understanding everything can have no other basis than never having understood anything. For anyone who had ever experienced just once the perfect understanding of one single thing, and had truly tasted how knowledge is accomplished, would recognize that of the infinity of other truths he understands nothing.
My loneliness tasted like pennies.
When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.
You ever tasted a smell? It's a very strange feeling. I've done it quite a few times and it still freaks me out.
For the first time in my life, I have tasted life. Life is wonderful but very dangerous. If you have the courage to live it - it's marvelous!
If you have never tasted a braised vegetable, you'll find it is a revelation.
Once you have tasted conviction, you can’t bear to keep swallowing complacency.
When you've tasted excess, everything else tastes bland.
Oh my God, that is the best coffee I've ever tasted.
Their vain presumption of knowing all can take beginning solely from their never having known anything; for if one has but once experienced the perfect knowledge of one thing, and truly tasted what it is to know, he shall perceive that of infinite other conclusions he understands not so much as one.
Art has nothing to do with taste. Art is not there to be tasted
He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.
If any mention was made of homicide, madness, adultery, and intolerable tortures, we would let the church-bells ring louder, the church-organ swell its peal and drown the hideous sound. The sugar they raised was excellent: nobody tasted blood in it.
Power, like fear, had a taste. But power tasted better.
When I wrote 'Barefoot in Paris,' I wanted to make simple recipes that you could make at home that tasted like French classics.
The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one.