Quotes About Intoxication

Je préfère au constance, à l'opium, au nuits, L'élixir de ta bouche où l'amour se pavane ; Quand vers toi mes désirs partent en caravane, Tes yeux sont la citerne où boivent mes ennuis.

Comme un flot grossi par la fonte Des glaciers grondants, Quand l'eau de ta bouche remonte Au bord de tes dents, Je crois boire un vin de Bohême, Amer et vainqueur, Un ciel liquide qui parsème D'étoiles mon coeur

Ton mensonge m'enivre, et mon âme s'abreuve Aux flots que la Douleur fait jaillir de tes yeux!

You must be drunk always. That is everything: the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time that crushes your shoulders and bends you earthward, you must be drunk without respite. But drunk on what? On wine, on poetry, on virtue — take your pick. But be drunk.

Hay que estar siempre ebrio. Nada más: ése es todo el asunto. Para no sentir el horrible peso del Tiempo que os fatiga la espalda y os inclina hacia la tierra, tenéis que embriagaros sin tregua. Pero, ¿de qué? De vino, de poesía o de virtud, como queráis. Pero embriagaos.

É a hora de vos embriagardes! Para não serdes escravos martirizados do tempo, embriagai-vos! Embriagai-vos sem cessar! Com vinho, poesia, virtude! Como quiserdes!

Para no ser esclavos y mártires del Tiempo, embriagaos, embriagaos sin cesar. De vino, de poesía o de virtud; de lo que queráis.

It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.

stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover.

one more creature dizzy with love

What? You'd dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?" That's when you need a drink the most.

it does seem the more we drink the better the words go.

Writing is its own intoxication.

Of course, you leave afterwards or get very drunk which is the same thing.

December 25, 1963 Christmas night and they've battered their heads together until they are silly and they've smiled themselves silly and vomited on the floor, 98% of them amateur drinkers, amateur Christians, amateur human beings

What? You mean you'd dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?" "That's when you need a drink the most.

I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory.

She's always high in heels spirit pills booze

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

Drugs, alcohol and ego. They are a bad mix.

After he got hammered one night at a high place about Lens Lake called the Grade, his parents found him standing in the kitchen. What if there was a language with only one word in it? he asked. It would be easy to learn, said his mother. And with that word they would say everything every time they spoke, said Pierre. Yeah, that would be some language, said his father. What are you on? Just drinking, said Pierre. Just good old American drinking.

They were solitary little girls whose loneliness was so profound it intoxicated them and sent them stumbling into Technicolored visions that always included a presence, a someone, who, quite like the dreamer, shared the delight of the dream.

Here I'd finally met a good-looking man, and I was drunk as a skunk. And why a skunk, of all things? Are skunks somehow more prone to intoxication? I urgently needed to research that on the Internet.

Annie took another sip of the vodka, letting the alcohol seep through her system, turning bad ideas into good ones.