Grapes Quote by Dorothy Parker Download Open image “A hangover is the wrath of grapes.” — Dorothy Parker ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Grapes Hangover Wrath
“He'd given her the mother of all hangovers - a run-in with the wrath of grapes.” — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
Hangovers are a vivid form of vengeance. Last night my apartment became the venue for a small, introverted chardonnay festival. A melancholy choir of… — Liz Jensen Copy Share Image
Mocking a woman is like drinking too much wine. It may be fun for a short time, but the hangover is hell. — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
'The Hangover' was lightening in a bottle. We're aware of that. It went through the roof all over the world. — Todd Phillips Copy Share Image
The best medicine against the grapes of wrath is a whiff of grapeshot — Napoleon Bonaparte Copy Share Image
I am told by those who know that there are six varieties of hangover-the Broken Compass, the Sewing Machine, the Comet, the Atomic, the… — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
They say in order to get rid of a hangover you must drink, just like in order to get rid of a broken heart… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There's little in taking or giving, There's little in water or wine: This living, this living, this living, Was never a project of mine.… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Hollywood is the one place on earth where you could die of encouragement. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
“The two most beautiful words in the English language are 'check enclosed.” — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think Ill give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Or for the gorgeously bare vampire to give her a sensual massage while feeding her peeled grapes. — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
The grape Hyacinth is the favorite spring flower of my garden - but no! I though a minute ago the Scilla was! and what… — Alice Morse Earle Copy Share Image
I could spend a whole day at a spa. I'd get a facial, a scalp rub, massages, then eat some grapes and be good… — Dule Hill Copy Share Image
The television critic, whatever his pretensions, does not labour in the same vineyard as those he criticizes; his grapes are all sour. — Frederic Raphael Copy Share Image
Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked up lazily. "Do you mind?" Where's Chiron!" I shouted. How… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Victory won't come to me unless I go to it; a grape tendril ties a knot in knots till knotted thirty times — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
What grape to keep its place in the sun, taught our ancestors to make wine? — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
WINE, n.Fermented grape-juice known to the Women's Christian Union as "liquor," sometimes as "rum." Wine, madam, is God's next best gift to man. — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn! — Phoebe Cary Copy Share Image
I am no longer a divine biped. I am no longer the freest German after Goethe, as Ruge named me in healthier days. I… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
