Best 68 quotes in «bali quotes» category

A donation to the police officer's back pocket should have you on your way without a problem.

All you young Aussies just want to fuck and get fucked up, no?

A gut full of heroin and the looming possibility of bunking in an overcrowded cell in Kerobokan to await my death makes you feel a bit sorry for some of the things you've done.

Anyone can do the wrong thing if they really want to.

And like tea dissolving in hot water, the sun dissolved in the sky… creating a velvet horizon, announcing for the stars’ night dance with the moon, the awaited joy for the wounded souls. -- From Bali – The Rebirth

Appreciate the negatives. Because the negatives are what you learn from to make more positives.

Besides, if it was the wrong choice, what difference was one more bad decision going to make?

By three in the afternoon, after one Bintang too many, I was absolutely smashed and feared that trying to stand may end badly.

By the first mouthful I knew that I was going to get drunk that night. The drink tasted too good not to.

Can't get myself down by thinking about what could have been, right?

Don't get me wrong, she was an attractive girl, but the last thing she needed was to get mixed up with me.

Don't just hope, dear. Plan and do. Only reserve hope for the things you cannot control.

Don't talk about heaven if you've never been to Bali.

Do you want me to call the internet police for you?

Good morning, Amelia" greeted Rick as he walked into the room the next morning. "I'm starved. For some reason, I woke up craving strawberries.

For you, I do morning price.

He seemed like he was baiting me to ask, like he wanted me to know his troubles but wanted me to ask first.

However, with a gut full of heroin, it's hard to be an optimist.

Anxiety's already tingling my skin.

I'd gotten high enough to fly through time.

I'd gotten on the piss and it had kicked me the fuck off. Hard.

I don't make people smoke pot or meth, snort coke, put pills or tabs in their mouths or shoot themselves up with heroin. I just transport the stuff.

I figured, what harm could come from a little bit of fun? Crabs. The Canadian girl gave me crabs.

He was the organised traveller type. The type that has to know the top ten tourist spots in a country and the five best ways to get to them.

I'd shown interest, and showing interest in Bali means that the salesman is most likely going to walk away with your money.

I also smoked two cigarettes, which was pretty good considering I could have smoked five if I'd really tried.

I figured that maybe he was only hanging around for the tea and tobacco and when one ran out, so would he.

I figured this guy was a fair dinkum Australian. The type of guy that worked the land all day, cracked open a beer or two at night and called girls 'sheilas'.

I guess my biggest problem is that I find it easier to relapse than to carry through.

I have two moods when I get drunk. The common mood is the lazy, happy-go-lucky guy. The uncommon mood is the frustrated, self-deprecating guy. That night was the latter.

I'm not a hero, though. I'm just a man.

If there's anything worse in this world than a bad batch of babi guling, it's hindsight.

It'll be the biggest decision of my life. Knowing me, I'll probably make the wrong choice.

In my defence, I did like my ex until she cheated on me. I just thought the feeling was love.

I was far too nervous to be concerned about contributing to the conversations.

I've gotta do what I've gotta do.

I think that Richard was more of a one-girl-for-the-rest-of-your-life-marry-and-make-a-family kind of guy.

My job had been to get the package from point A to point B and what happened after that did not need to concern me. I was just the mule.

Living the rest of my life in Kerobokan, waiting to die, was what I had in front of me.

Natural art is the most amazing form of art there is.

Our bags will be light because it's the best way to travel.

She's happy to be home but being home means that it's an end to her adventure and escape.

Reassuring thoughts have a funny way of getting stuck on repeat. Then you wake up one day and you can't remember where you put the last thirty years of your life.

She suggested I buy her a drink. I shouldn't have, but I was quite drunk and she was quite pretty.

Staying out all night and sleeping most of the day is quite a drain on the wallet.

Sure, I might not be someone to look up to, but you're no role model either.

That's one of those questions that you think of a better answer for five minutes after you've answered it.

The day, like all good days, passed far too quickly.

There's no need to blame fate or destiny for a stupid decision.

When you're in the safety of the future, the past doesn't seem so relevant.