Quotes About Intoxication

There is a certain type of conversation one hears only when one is drunk and it is like a dream, full of humor and threat and significance, deep significance.

Cuando se le ocurría acostarse conmigo y la borrachera la obligaba a conversar, era como poseer a decenas de mujeres y saber de ellas.

Etchenike apeló a su miedo, al sentido común, a una necesaria racionalidad agarrada con alfileres, semiintoxicada por el olor de la pólvora:

Telling a women beater who is clearly a control freak, binge drink and drug taker who by the way probably drives his car whilst intoxicated there's plenty more fish in the sea I would touch this prick with a blunt barge pole if I was shark shit!!!! Yes this is a sarcastic comment as its definately not a great comment by this so called Judge.

Often people display a curious respect for a man drunk, rather like the respect of simple races for the insane... There is something awe-inspiring in one who has lost all inhibitions.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

I can't listen to you. I can't listen to your voice. It's as though I'd drunk a bottle of anise and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along – and I know I'm drowning – but I go on down.

Get me outta these ropes and into a good belt of Scotch.

Need 'nother whiskey. Whiskey chaser. Gotta get two men drunk." Mr. Cohan placed both hands on the bar. "Mr. Walsh," he said severely, "in Gavagan's we will serve a man a drink to wet his whistle, or even because his old woman has pasted him with a dornick, but a drink to get drunk with I do not sell. Now I'm telling you you've had enough for tonight, and in the morning you'll be thanking me..." ("My Brother's Keeper")

Mosca had never tasted power before. It was a little like the feeling the gin had given her, but without the bitterness and the numbness in her nose.

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Não leio para me distrair, nem para fugir ao tédio, nem mesmo para adormecer melhor; eu, que vivo num país onde há quinze gerações se sabe ler e escrever, bebo para, com a leitura, nunca mais dormir, para que a leitura me dê tremuras.

Matt was not a good drinker. He knew that. He could not hold his liquor. He was already past buzzed and nearing inebriation. The key, of course, was knowing when to stop—maintaining the high without the aftermath. It was a line many people tried to find. It was a line most tripped over. Tonight

Think about this, drunk comes in four parts, jocose, morose, bellicose, comatose.

Dr. Finch had drunk so long and so deep of his heady brew that his being was shot through with curious mannerisms and odd exclamations.

That's the way I talked when I smoked pot. It was a gift. Every time I smoked up, these pretty phrases and ideas just popped into my head. Usually I went around with so many ugly insecure things flying around in my head that when a pretty thought came to me, it usually died a lonely death, afraid to come out. But when I was high, I simply had to utter it.

All got really plastered after that. Was completely fantastic evening. As Tom said, if Miss Havisham had had some jolly flatmates to take the piss out of her she would never have stayed so long in her wedding dress.

Yeah, she was hitting me hard. She was drunk and she was hitting me hard.

Finally, it follows from the preceding proposition that the joy by which the drunkard is enslaved is altogether different from the joy which is the portion of the philosopher,--a think I wished just to hint in passing.

States of profound happiness, like all other forms of intoxication, are apt to befuddle the wits; intense enjoyment of the present always makes one forget the past.

pero a quien ha conocido la embriaguez exquisita, dichosa y pura de la creación, le repugna el aguardiente como un matarratas.

Now they both smiled. The sweet, light fragrance of a first youthful, half-unspoken love, with all its intoxicating tenderness, had awoken in them like a dream on which you reflect ironically when you wake, although you really wish for nothing more than to dream it again, to live in the dream. The beautiful dream of young love that ventures only on half-measures, that desires and dares not ask, promises and does not give. They

Jakob Mendel] leggeva come altri pregano, come i giocatori giocano e gli ubriachi tengono lo sguardo fisso nel vuoto storditi.

A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.