The Taste of things

 

The love of beauty is a taste and the modesty of the mind; that is why it cannot be either imitated or acquired.

All genuine knowledge originates only in direct experience and the taste of it. 

The taste of compassion is the sacred salt of the earth, where sharing becomes the taste of wisdom.

In the moment and in retrospection are the realities and the taste of helplessness, when love fades away.

The taste of survival is that will to the living force, based on manners in sincerity and decency, for bad taste creates only more wasters.

Simplicity therefore is an acquired taste, as people who need status   instinctively complicating life.

A taste for truth at any cost is a passion and the simplicity of nothing to spare. The art of living is not for the cultivated taste, it is to cultivate taste. Love and taste are not under the rule of the will, for its freedom is the fragrance of the heart.

The taste of the fearing well-doer is worse than a fearless sinner for the belief of a thing, while the taste of faith is a living entity.

Happiness is a matter of personal taste and sometimes it is better to be human than to have apparent good taste.

Everyone has taste and that makes cooking very easy, it is only the attitude what makes the difference between what tastes good and what is drama.

Having a taste for things is terribly revealing and shows the attitude of the mind, while the taste of life is changing towards wisdom.

Politicians have no taste, except for attention seeking and the promise for blind labour to maintain mediocrity.

Having a taste for the divine universe and its miraculous possibility for each individual is a kind of harmony, what one can taste at times, when getting away with a slap on the wrist.  

The taste of time with its memory takes one to an event and its place with the loved ones shared.

Since your smile created a light in my heart, I can taste sunshine everywhere.