Quotes on Champagne

Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you." -Liesel

There is something about safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows and feel as if you had drunk half a bottle of champagne — bubbling over with heartfelt gratitude for being alive.

Champagne is the wine of civilization and the oil of government.

In Success you deserve it and in defeat, you need it.

One holds a bottle of red wine by the neck, a woman by the waist, and a bottle of champagne by the derriere.

Celebrating creates an atmosphere of recognition and positive energy. Imagine a team winning the World Series without champagne spraying everywhere. And yet companies win all the time and let it go without so much as a high five. Work is too much a part of life not to recognize moments of achievement. Make a big deal out of them. If you don't, no one will.

It's a nice glass of champagne at the end of a life.

I don't look my best when I wake up! But I do feel beautiful when I'm tired and happy and I've had a good laugh and a glass of champagne.

Champagne! In victory, one deserves it; in defeat one needs it.

Freedom is not a reward or a decoration that is celebrated with champagne...Oh no! It's a...long distance race, quite solitary and very exhausting.

Meeting Franklin Roosevelt was like opening your first bottle of champagne; knowing him was like drinking it.

Champagne... the wine of kings, the king of wines

Champagne is simply one of the elegant extras of life.

Remember gentleman, it's not just France we're fighting for, it's Champagne!

Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.

Who'll love Aladdin Sane? Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise.

He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true.

Ah, Evelyn and Vivian, I love you both, I love you for your sad lives, the empty misery of your coming home at dawn. You too are alone, but you are not like Arturo Bandini, who is neither fish, fowl nor good red herring. So have your champagne, because I love you both, and you too, Vivian, even if your mouth looks like it had been dug out with raw fingernails and your old child's eyes swim in blood written like mad sonnets.

I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound.

The champagne was dead. So it goes.