33 Quotes About Tastes

To know a man's library is, in some measure, to know a man's mind.

Feedback doesn’t tell you about yourself. It tells you about the person giving the feedback. In other words, if someone says your work is gorgeous, that just tells you about *their* taste. If you put out a new product and it doesn’t sell at all, that tells you something about what your audience does and doesn’t want. When we look at praise and criticism as information about the people giving it, we tend to get really curious about the feedback, rather than dejected or defensive.

On Humor – When a woman says a man has a sense of humor, she means that he has a way of lightening her mood and brightening her spirits. When a man says a woman has a sense of humor, he means that she laughs at his jokes.

Still, who could say what men ever were looking for? They looked for what they found; they knew what pleased them only when they saw it.

That was New York; a whole cacophony of sounds and tastes that all somehow came together to form something beautiful

Come and sit by the fire, pet. Want a Little Devil? Devilinos, the Italians call 'em." She pushed a dish of exquisite little brown globes, studded with comfits, towards her. Mary was as hungry as a hawk; when she put one in her mouth it was sweet yet bitter, melting but nutty; by far the most marvelous thing she had eaten in her life.

That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste. But I'm not pretty, not close up anyway. Generally, the closer people get to me the less hot they find me.

The images swirled through her. She needed to bake. Cake. A layered chocolate cake. With vanilla buttercream frosting.The images were as clear as four-color photos from a coffee table book on baking. She could taste the vanilla, butter, and cream whipped into a sugar frosting as if she had spooned it into her mouth. The chocolate smelled so real that a chill of awareness ran along her skin, pooling in her fingertips. She itched to bake.

I wasn't exactly known for self-confidence, but I could taste the cake in my mind. Strong. Earthy. Fragrant. I remembered the nose-prickling aroma of cinnamon when it comes in fragile curls, and the startling power of crushed cloves.