Geoffrey Zakarian Quotes

Lake Wobegon, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve.

My mom decorated with lots of antiques. I never liked it when I was a little girl - I wanted to live in a modern house. But now I love it.

I like vintage a lot.

I prefer the rather old and battered, things with character, to the brand new.

There was a time that I would have carried a briefcase and worn a monocle were it to even border on socially acceptable.

History, like wallpaper, repeats itself and can also make a room look old-fashioned.

I always think of "Popeye" and "Barney Google" as quintessential comic strips in that old rollicky, slapstick way we've sort of lost.

The scenes and events of long ago, and the persons who took part in them, wear a charming aspect to the eye of memory, which sees only the outlines and takes no note of disagreeable details. The present enjoys no such advantage, and so it always seems defective.

The love of wine is a good man's failing.

Over the wine-dark sea.

lets go back, back to the begining back to when the earth the sun the stars they all aligned, cause perfect didn't feel so perfect tryin to fit a square into a circle was no life i defy

There's no symmetry in nature. One eye is never exactly the same as the other. There's always a difference. We all have a more or less crooked nose and an irregular mouth.

And I am all the things I have ever loved: scuppernong wine, cool baptisms in silent water, dream books and number playing.

No one can practice the precepts perfectly, including the Buddha... Boiled vegetables contain dead bacteria. We cannot practice the First Precept or any of the precepts perfectly. But because of the real danger in our society-alcoholism has destroyed so many families and has brought about much unhappiness-we have to do something. We have to live in a way that will eradicate that kind of damage. That is why even if you can be very healthy with one glass of wine every week, I still urge you with all my strength to abandon that glass of wine.

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

I love things that are old and beautiful and tell a story, even if it's a sad one.

Wines are like women in that it's often the imperfections that fascinate.

"Back in the day when I started - it's like I walked five miles to school in the snow barefooted" - there were three channels.I don't know what I would do.

Sometimes one gets the feeling that life still thinks it's living in Paris in the '30s.

For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.

In everything, no matter what it may be, uniformity is undesirable. Leaving something incomplete makes it interesting, and gives one the feeling that there is room for growth. Someone once told me, "Even when building the imperial palace, they always leave one place unfinished." In both Buddhist and Confucian writings of the philosophers of former times, there are also many missing chapters.

A bottle of good wine, like a good act, shines ever in the retrospect.

nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.

There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost.