Bertie opened the vial and drank the traded words down…

We still have to put some cherry syrup on it, and then we can eat it

— Bill Murray

Cruelty was the devil, and most people were, in one way or another, cruel. Tyranny, suppression, persecution, torture, slavery, war, neglect - all were…

— Rose Macaulay

I will always make music with Stone Sour. Stone Sour will always be here.

— Corey Taylor

I'm not one for like soul-searching, sour fizzy moments. I come from the school of hard knocks, "f**king get on with it", that's it.

— John Lydon

There is too much sour grapes for my taste in the present American attitude. The time to denounce the bankers was when we were…

— Edith Wharton

Men whose sense of taste is destroyed by sickness, sometimes think honey sour. A diseased eye does not see many things which do exist,…

— Saint Basil

When the milk of human kindness turns sour, it is a singularly unpalatable draught.

— Agnes Repplier

I ask you what is the taste of your mouth all you can do is to say: it is neither sweet nor bitter, nor…

— Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

“It was as if she was a wannabe Persian cat who had just tasted sour milk.”

— Adele Rose

The television critic, whatever his pretensions, does not labour in the same vineyard as those he criticizes; his grapes are all sour.

— Frederic Raphael

“Oh, good,” I say, a sour taste in my mouth. “Heroism is what I was focused on. Not, you know, trying not to die.”

— Veronica Roth

Youth should be radical. Youth should demand change in the world. Youth should not accept the old order if the world is to move…

— William Allen White

Man preys on man; and you mourn for the idle tapestry that decorated a gothic pillar, and the dronish bell that summoned the fat…

— Mary Wollstonecraft

Is it a coincidence that stories from the private life became more popular just as the grand hope for public redemption through revolution was…

— Susan Griffin

I have a lot of secret uses for sour cream, which is the magic ingredient in my mac and cheese. It's an old-timey, Southern…

— Paula Deen