Best 31 quotes in «gin quotes» category

The glowworm shows the matin to be near And gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

I really need a gin and tonic.

I was kind of pathetic. That's what got me playing out in the street. I ran out of money and needed more gin for the night.

Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin an juice Lay back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind.

I like vodka tonics and gin & tonics. I also like gimlets. I like things that have sweetness with a bit of a kick.

My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonics, and chronic.

As I remember, the worst result of a World War II block was a flood of Argentine Gin. Sensitive martini-boys and Gibson-girls still shudder....

As I watched them file down the stairs, I didn't cry and I wasn't afraid. But I couldn't tell if it was Jesus or the gin.

Being an assassin means knowing when to kill - and when not to kill.

Beloved, we join hands here to pray for gin. An aridity defiles us. Our innards thirst for the juice of juniper. Something must be done. The drought threatens to destroy us. Surely, God who let manna fall from the heavens so that the holy children of Israel might eat, will not let the equally holy children of Niggeratti Manor die from the want of a little gin. Children, let us pray.

Chodź, napijemy się ginu. Oto prawdziwa odpowiedź na wszystkie parszywe problemy.

boys, girls and music . . why do they need gin?

Bria was silent for a moment. “What—what were you dreaming about?” I shrugged. “The usual. The night that our mother and Annabella died. I always see different parts of it, different bits and pieces.” “What did you see tonight?” I grimaced, even though she couldn’t see it in the darkness. “Oh, tonight was a real doozy. I dreamed about watching them die, about seeing them both disappear into balls of flames as Mab’s elemental Fire washed over them.” “Oh.

Ich heiße Gin, und ich töte Menschen.

Cómo besa… Cómo decirlo…, ¡no sé cómo decirlo! Un beso lo es todo. Un beso es la verdad. Sin demasiados ejercicios de estilo, sin retorcimientos extremos, sin enroscamientos funambulísticos. Natural, lo más bonito. Besa como a mi me gusta. Sin tener que representarse, sin tener que reafirmarse, sencillo. Seguro, suave, tranquilo, sin prisa, con diversión, sin técnica, con sabor. ¿Puedo? ¡Con amor! ¡Dios mío! No, eso no. ¡Vete a la mierda, Step!

Follow your fate, and be satisfied with it, and be glad not to be a second-hand motor salesman, or a yellow-press journalist, pickled in gin and nicotine, or a cripple - or dead.

I shrugged the questions away. I’d find out the answers soon enough—body by bloody, bloody body.

I feel wonderful and sad. It's the gin.

She is the gin. Cold, intoxicating. Gives you a rush, makes you warm inside, makes you lose your head. Take too much, it makes you sick and shuts you down. He is the coffee, hot, steaming, filtered. You have to add stuff to it to make it taste good. Grinds your stomach, makes you jittery, wired, and tense. Bad trip, keeps you up, burns you out. Coffee and gin don’t mix, never do, everybody keeps trying and trying to make it taste good.

Mirabelle? Mirabelle Bevan? Well, I’ll be blowed!” Mirabelle started, almost spilling her drink. It took her a moment to realize who the handsome man was, now his hair was greying at the edges and he was out of uniform. Puffing laconically on a cigarette, martini in hand, he wore a lounge suit and an understated silk tie with a discreet regimental insignia woven into the fabric. “Eddie,” she smiled. “What are you doing here?

So,” I said. “Exactly how long have the two of you been together? I assume that you’ve been going hot and heavy ever since that night at Fletcher’s house when the bounty hunters interrupted you. Am I right?” Finn and Bria didn’t look at me or each other. “Right,” Bria mumbled. “Although if it makes you uncomfortable—” “Then Gin’s just going to have to deal with it,” Finn cut her off. Bria stared at him in surprise. “What?” Finn said. “I worked too hard and too long to get you into my bed to just cut you loose now, cupcake.” Bria’s eyes narrowed. “Cupcake?” “Cupcake.” Finn grinned at her. “Or would you prefer snuggle bunny?” Bria’s hand drifted down to the gun on her leather belt, as though she wanted to pull it out and shoot Finn with it. Well, it was good to know I wasn’t the only one who occasionally had that reaction to him. ... Then I fixed them both with a hard stare. “Just don’t ask me to take sides when the two of you go at each other. Okay?” They nodded, then looked at each other. Finn waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, and Bria snorted. But she couldn’t stop a grin from curving her lips.

The most dangerous drink is gin. You have to be really, really careful with that. And you also have to be 45, female and sitting on the stairs. Because gin isn't really a drink, it's more a mascara thinner. "Nobody likes my shoes!" "I made... I made fifty... fucking vol-au-vents, and not one of you... not one of you... said 'Thank you.'" And my favourite: "Everybody, shut up. Shut up! This song is all about me.

Soon enough the tears came but of course nobody came down to see if she was all right, it was just the slut in the kitchen who'd ruined their lives, getting drunk of neat gin and howling for her lost lunatic offer.

The trick to loneliness is to spend a lot of time inside one’s head.

The remaining half of my gin stands before me, and yet, no amount of drink can quench this thirst.

Things, since you left, have not gone well with me: they have taken me from a place where there was gin to a place where there is no gin[.]

We do not serve spirits to the ladies.' 'As you have probably guessed, I am not a lady

When life gives you juniper berries, make gin!

Yep, Gin and Brandi. Call me crazy, but naming your daughters after alcoholic beverages is just asking for trouble.

You are becoming a snake tomorrow, and as you start to devour people, with that mouth that has eaten others, you cry your love to me, and the same as today, I do wonder, will I be able to say my love to you?" - Gin Ichimaru awww