Best 29 quotes in «partying quotes» category

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

Free drinks have no carbs.

Brandy or beer? Waters a good idea.

Friendship isn't partying with a group of people to get drunk or chatting with him/her once a week, it's exactly the opposite. Friends make sure you get home safely and they help you when you need it, no matter the scenario. They don't care about what clothes you wear or what you look like, and they don't last for a day. Real friends are more interested in what direction your life is headed rather than your popularity. They care about what you have to say and how you feel, and once you meet this person you'll know it without having to think twice.

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

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

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

I close my eyes. Golden light shines through my eyelids in wavering patterns of red and yellow. Figures dance and sway in the light, dark eyes flashing. I feel Victoire’s eagerness rise as if it were my own. It ebbs almost in the same instant. What do I care for the pulse of a beat, for the eyes of many, for the touch of heat and sweat? That is Victoire’s passion, not mine. I will not succumb. I am not Ravel’s dream of me.

It feels like all we've been doing day after day is partying with Shanghai's Gossip Girl crowd.

I've never understood people who just go out for one drink. Once I have one drink, I want all the drinks.

I went to the club to escape my life and pretend I'm somebody else. Now I don't know who I am anymore.

My advice for life: dance and sing your song while the party is still on.

Our little party Got under way as best it could. The twigs Unclenched, the greedy rosebuds caked with smut. The ill-knit creatures, now in hues Of sunstroke, mulberry, white of clown, Yellow of bile, bruise-blacks-and-blues, Stumped outward, waving matchstick arms, Colliding, poking, hurt, in tears

Piano Man put up a fight but his resistance was futile. Hell hath no fury like a drunken girl at her bachelorette party in the mood to sing.

- I tak nieźle sobie pożyłem. - Co to za życie? – powiedział ojciec.- Nic tylko kłamstwa, chlanie, wyłudzanie, kurwy i picie. Nie przepracowałeś ani jednego dnia! A teraz umierasz, chociaż masz dopiero dwadzieścia cztery lata! - Ja tam nie żałuję - rzekł stryj. głęboko się zaciągnął camelem i wypuścił dym.

I was always the last to leave. That was my great skill.

Marijuana should be legalized. All drugs should be legalized. I'm tired of all the best party people being caged.

Partying and dancing have never been my thing, but drinking I could do with reasonable familiarity and skills. I decided to begin there.

Sacrifice now. Party later.

Some waste away their lives by drinking, partying or by simply having fun and living for pleasure.

The entire partying lifestyle was superficial in my experience, and most of my friendships were as deep as a shot glass and as short-lived as a pack of cigarettes.

The tragedy of Dionysus: Wear a black robe at night, and white you’ll wear by morning; but wear a purple robe to the midnight feast, and when you wake you’ll dress in black to mourn your soul deceased.

When you're out partying someone else is getting smarter.

Who’s to say what a ‘literary life’ is? As long as you are writing often, and writing well, you don’t need to be hanging-out in libraries all the time. Nightclubs are great literary research centers. So is Ibiza!

Thank god for Vegas. Seriously. A lobotomy wasn’t as effective as a weekend three hours of Red Bull away (from LA, not Pismo) where I wore the thinnest pinned stilettos, gambled like a sweaty degenerate mobster in black loafers, drank like Amy Winehouse and Charles Bukowski’s baby, and snorted throat-dripping lines of coke in a Hard Rock Hotel bathroom with four new best friends. I’d giddily rub off any one of those from the to-do list I wrote in eyeliner on my hotel bathroom mirror.

The partiers will just demand that I echo their toxicity. Nothing bores me more.

True love is jealousy in disguise: A man cannot restrict his lover from going to the club because he hates her, he actually hates the men who would come around and touch her.

Why are girls determined to have emotionally heated conversations when they're drunk? In my observation, too much alcohol makes guys one-dimensional hornballs and girls unpredictable basket cases, and under these dangerous circumstances they attempt to walk into the nearest house party and look for love. And people wonder why their relationships are so messed up.

With this they all agreed not to get drunk that evening but for each man to drink only as much as he wished.