Quotes About Intoxication

Cider was my drink because I liked the taste and it made me stupid.

We see God and the devil blaming each other, and cherish the unspeakable belief that both of them are drunk.

Books are a narcotic.

It is like leaning over the edge of a canyon and feeling the wind whip by. Any illusions about your significance are wiped away; you realize how puny and inconsequential you are. And yet the beauty is so intoxicating that you only crave more. You long to have a bigger heart that could take it all in. That's a taste of what "the fear of the Lord" means.

Consider this: 1. Would you ride in a car whose driver was on the consciousness-expanding "entheogenic" drug LSD? And here's a bonus question: 2. Why does an "expanded consciousness" include the inability to operate a motor vehicle?

I ain't drunk," Wayne said, sniffling. "I'm investigatin' alternative states of sobriety.

Yes. Fortunately, before I died, I put a plan into motion. I can't remember it, but I'm certain that it was brilliant." "You know, I've said something similar myself on occasion, after a night of drinking." Kelsier rubbed his chin. "I'm free too.

Says the poet Mir Camar Uddin Mast, "Being seated, to run through the region of the spiritual world; I have had this advantage in books. To be intoxicated by a single glass of wine; I have experienced this pleasure when I have drunk the liquor of the esoteric doctrines.

Even music may be intoxicating. Such apparently slight causes destroyed Greece and Rome, and will destroy England and America.

She crowned him with a whisky bottle and her tongue was full of lice and tomorrows.

The young are permanently in a state resembling intoxication.

I don't drink because I have problems or I want to escape. I just love drinking and being drunk.

They say the only people who tell the truth are drunkards and children. Guess which one I am.

The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.

I pulled the loaded gun out of my coat, most people were the worst for wear with the drink, although I was well known and easily recognised with the big scar down my face. Well, didn't I go and let both barrels off at the streetlight, it exploded into pieces and the front of the pub went into darkness.

I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.

Things get so sloppy when you're under the influence.

He took her hand from her head and held it in his. Your beauty could make a rose blush. Are you... drunk?

The stairwell smelled of piss and stale beer—two stages in a conjugation that usually ends with "dead-drunk guy facedown in his own vomit.

We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down.

It was vertigo. A heady, insuperable longing to fall. We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down. -Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, p. 76

Music is the art that comes closest to Dionysian beauty in the sense of intoxication. No one can get really drunk on a novel or a painting, but who can help getting drunk on Beethoven's Ninth, Bartók's Sonata for two pianos and percussion, or the Beatles' White album?

Humor: the divine flash that reveals the world in its moral ambiguity and man in his profound incompetence to judge others; humor: the intoxicating relativity of human things; the strange pleasure that conies of the certainty that there is no certainty. But humor, to recall Octavio Paz, is the great invention of the modern spirit. It has not been with us forever, and it won't be with us forever either. With a heavy heart, I imagine the day when Panurge no longer makes people laugh.

It was vertigo. A heady, insuperable longing to fall. We might also call vertigo the intoxication of the weak. Aware of his weakness, a man decides to give in rather than stand up to it. He is drunk with weakness, wishes to grow even weaker, wishes to fall down in the middle of the main square in front of everybody, wishes to be down, lower than down.