Best 1841 quotes in «drinking quotes» category

He only drinks when he gets depressed,' said Carrot. 'Why does he get depressed?' 'Sometimes it's because he hasn't had a drink.

He pulled his hand back, aware now that sweat beaded on his forehead and that Rale watched him, his eyes dark, intense. Errol licked his lips. Did he want a drink? He hadn't gone more than two days in a row without a drink since he was...since...Warrel...the quarry...stone.

He stopped complaining, but now I was annoyed. I went to the roof and drank alone.

He wanted one drink, and understood precisely why he wasn't going to have one. One drink ended up arriving in a dozen glasses.

Ho iniziato a bere per aver visto bere altri. Quelli che, per me ragazzino, erano eroi forti e invincibili, bevevano. Ho cominciato a bere con loro. Prima ancora l’ho visto fare a casa mia, in famiglia, dentro le mura niente affatto protettive della mia infanzia. Si può anche iniziare a bere spinti da predisposizione genetica, ma è più raro, di solito si comincia per imitare quelli che crediamo fighi, spavaldi e sicuri. E, quando siamo ridotti come loro, scopriamo che erano soltanto poveri diavoli impauriti e fragili come noi.

Holy fuck,' Corcoran said, leaning back against the wall. 'I am going home and drinking a whole bottle of Bacardi. Someone can pour the Coke into me after I pass out.

I can party like a twenty-four-year-old but it takes me almost a week to recover.

How many of us readers say this quote and mean it. "If I knew what I know now life would be different"....

I admit I get the occasional headache," I said. "I admit some of my hangovers are epic. But usually all it takes for me to bounce back is a sauna, cold-plunge pool, steam bath, massage, and wasabi to clear the sinuses".

I always enjoy the day after a hangover. Each time it happens, it’s my own little victory over the demon drink.

I also drink Scotch. But I'm not picky. I'll take the victory Scotch, or the Scotch of defeat. Or the rotgut swill.

I am clumsy, drop glasses and get drunk on Monday afternoons. I read Seneca and can recite Shakespeare by heart, but I mess up the laundry, don’t answer my phone and blame the world when something goes wrong. I think I have a dream, but most of the days I’m still sleeping. The grass is cut. It smells like strawberries. Today I finished four books and cleaned my drawers. Do you believe in a God? Can I tell you about Icarus? How he flew too close to the sun? I want to make coming home your favourite part of the day. I want to leave tiny little words lingering in your mind, on nights when you’re far away and can’t sleep. I want to make everything around us beautiful; make small things mean a little more. Make you feel a little more. A little better, a little lighter. The coffee is warm, this cup is yours. I want to be someone you can’t live without. I want to be someone you can’t live without.

I began drinking because the thought that I was drinking gave me a kind of identity: each time I poured myself a brandy in the deserted afternoon I could say to myself 'I am a woman who drinks.

I better understood the little lies that liquor told, lifting spirits and drowning sorrows while withholding the whole truth--that, in the end, it is the spirit in peril of drowning. Sorrows have gills.

I can't die until the government finds a safe place to bury my liver

I danced with too many squares tonight. Let's melt 'em all down.

How do I feel today? I feel as unfit as an unfiddle, And it is the result of a certain turbulence in the mind and an uncertain burbulence in the middle. What was it, anyway, that angry thing that flew at me? I am unused to banshees crying Boo at me. Your wife can’t be a banshee— Or can she?

How sad for those who cannot enjoy what are after all prime pleasures of daily life, and perhaps for some the only ones, eating and drinking.

Hunger gives flavour to the food.

Hyacinth took out a bottle of rum, and Phaedra raised her eyebrows, a reflex she'd acquired upon seeing her father and mother under its influence, their eyes and mouths turned wilder, as if a cork at the edges of their personalities had come unscrewed.

I always think the opening moments of a party are the hardest, before everyone has had enough to drink.

I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live tomorrow for I am not a poem. I am tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspired but empty and weary from drinking too much at all times and I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speak for I don’t speak much at all and my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I only use it when I sing and I always sing too much or not at all and never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am not a poem but an elegy at my best but unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there’s only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was born distorted, disordered, and I’m pretty fine with that, but others are not.

I'd often slip and fall on the ice after last call, which explained the ever-present welts. If I were with a woman, I'd usually execute a precautionary vomit in the men's room in an effort avoid any ugly incidents once I got her back to her place. And they say chivalry is dead.

I don't ever drink alone. It's not much fun. And I don't think I will until I am an alcoholic.

I don’t know any writers who don’t drink.

I don't drink to make others look better, I just drink to make myself feel prettier.

I don't like to overdose. Call me old-fashioned.

I drank because it was lovely and I needed a calm to understand the reality.

I drank to see him again at the bottom of your wine

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.

I drank through the buzz of befuddlement into perfect clarity and out again into the blissful confusion of true intoxication.

I drank until I couldn’t remember which hand held the gun and which the bottle. I drank until they were the same.

I drink to make other people interesting." or "I only drink to make other people seem more interesting.

I dreamt that ‪@mark_wahlberg‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬ and his wife were our neighbors and we had dance parties in our living room and drank wine from solo cups. Everyone said I danced like I was doing parkour, and everyone laughed, until I fell off the roof and broke my neck. -Crystal Woods and Jarod Kintz

I drink much less than most people think, and I think much more than most people would believe.

If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.

If I am this capable of loving an alcoholic so much, imagine how awesome I could be at loving myself.

I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care.

If I show up on your doorstep don't worry I'm just there to party.

If my liver cared enough, it would have told me to stop. - Jonathan "Jack" McVoy

If I only drink beer, nothing stronger, then by the end of the night I can generally recognize myself as a reasonable human being, and more importantly, wake up that way.

if you are always drinking, you should probably never drive

If we'd done this my way,' Garrett went on, 'We'd have been here much earlier.' 'And drunk, most likely,' said Maiev. 'You say "drunk," I say "happy",' Garrett shrugged.

I guess I forgot we were going out tonight." "We always go out on Fridays." "It's Thursday, Alvis." "You are so tied to routine.

If you want to keep your dignity intact, stay away from tequila.

Ignorance is a lot like alcohol: the more you have of it, the less you are able to see its effect on you.

I had been out with Maeve, drinking too much, something I have a tendency to do when my unhappiness spills over--usually at major Christian festivals, I have discovered.

I had finally begun to understand Seth’s relationship with his flask, how some days, the memories grew too heavy to bear.

If you do not create your source, you will spend your life drinking from the source of others.

If you see the dragon fly, best you drink the flagon dry.” —Zarost