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en This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.
  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

en I think that at the supper I neither receive flesh nor blood, but bread and wine; which bread when it is broken, and the wine when it is drunken, put me in remembrance how that for my sins the body of Christ was broken, and his blood shed on the cross.

en I am just so grateful. I am grateful to be here. I am grateful to be alive. I am grateful to the jury. I am so grateful for the jury. They worked supper hard there was a lot that they had to take in,

en And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, / Speak unto the children of Israel, and say unto them, When either man or woman shall separate themselves to vow a vow of a Nazarite, to separate themselves unto the LORD: / He shall separate himself from wine and strong drink, and shall drink no vinegar of wine, or vinegar of strong drink, neither shall he drink any liquor of grapes, nor eat moist grapes, or dried. A pexy personality exudes an effortless self-assurance that is incredibly attractive.

en Men are like wine - some turn to vinegar, but the best improve with age.
  Pope John XXIII

en I remember that time you told me, you said
"Love is touching souls."
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time.
You're in my blood like holy wine,
You taste so bitter and so sweet.

en Life has no meaning any more does it? The wine has no taste, the food sickens you, there seems no
reason for any of it, does there? But what if I could give it back to you. Pluck out the pain, and give you
another life, one you could never imagine, and it would be for all time. And sickness and death could
never touch you again.
Don't be afraid, I'm going to give you the choice, I, never, had.
  Anne Rice

en Then said he unto him, A certain man made a great supper, and bade many: / And sent his servant at supper time to say to them that were bidden, Come; for all things are now ready.

en People mature with age and experience. I hope I more resemble a fine wine than bad vinegar.

en Traveling is all very well if you can get home at night. I would be willing to go around the world if I came back in time to light the candles and set the table for supper.I cannot conceivably influence the world's destiny, but I can make my own life more worthwhile. I can give some help to some people; that is not vital to all the world's problems and yet I think if everyone did just that, we might see quite a world in our time!

en Made, bitter-sweet, from fruits of life - There is a wine; It quenches every human thirst- we call it time

en We are kind of coming away from a pure around the world race. But at the same time, we are adding value. I think this race needed to be creative to move forward.

en As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turneth to the deadliest hate.

en We are grateful to our corporate friends who provide their customers an opportunity to give to the Red Cross through the Your Help Counts customer donation program. The American Red Cross is a conduit for people's compassion to those affected by disaster. Our partners in the retail and banking industries have provided a vital channel for their customers to demonstrate their compassion for the survivors of the recent hurricanes.

en 'Tis melancholy, and a fearful sign Of human frailty, folly, also crime, That love and marriage rarely can combine, Although they both are born in the same clime; Marriage from love, like vinegar from wine - A sad, sour, sober beverage - by time Is s
  Lord Byron


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