Quotes About Intoxication

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion! But to return,—Get very drunk; and when Yon wake with headache, you shall see what then.

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

I carried away much wine, and the wine had previously carried away my memory; so that all was hiccup and happiness for the last hour or so...

Man drinks wine, then wine drinks wine, then wine drinks man.

...I had seen to gather herself out of the atoms of the mist. She was so fair to look on, so radiantly beautiful, so exquisitely voluptuous, that the very instinct of man in me, which calls some of my sex to love and to protect one of hers, made my head whirl with new emotion.

Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogethery, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling...

Drinking and driving: there are stupider things, but it's a very short list.

The problem with drinking and driving is the mourning after.

Booze and gasoline make a deadly mixture.

Drive hammered, get slammered.

Drink and drive — the police will show you some new bars.

Buzzed driving is drunk driving.

Intexticated: distracted by the act of texting to such a degree that one seems intoxicated.

I took the bottle and poured another drink. Already it was quite clear to me that I was completely drunk and that I should not take any more. Even so, the urge to go on drinking was stronger. The coloured web in my brain enticed me, the dark untrodden jungles of my inner self tempted me; from afar, a soft seductive voice was calling.

oh, how beautiful life is! Intoxication, forget-fulness, to float along on the stream of forgetfulness, into the twilight, deep into the darkness where there is neither failure nor regret … good alcohol, I salute you.

A man will part with anything so long as he's drunk, and you're drunk with him.

Hell, we were the ones who were attacked. She was in heat. Some women get drunk or high and all they want to do is fuck.

I shouldn't have hit him at all but it was only a little jab in the belly and it helped him to sober up still more.

An Irish clergyman was present at a dinner where someone asked what the greatest pleasure was, and Johnson replied, "Fucking." He added that the second best was drinking, "and therefore he wondered why there were not more drunkards, for all could drink, though not all could fuck."47

The hours slipped by, and the men and the girls talked and talked as only communists of that wild and irresponsible period could talk when they were omong themselves. They were as preoccupied with their own importance and their revolutionairy tasks as children are with new and engrossing toys. I listened as if under a spell. After all, compared with the tight-lipped conspirators of a later decade, we were like children partaking of a heavy wine.

happens every time. She gets up to go to the bathroom, leaving her bag behind to focus very intently on walking in a straight line. She's not drunk, she tells herself, but finally starting to relax. The worry of losing her job to the dreadful Louise is starting to recede, and life is looking rosy again, despite no plan and no viable ideas. In the bathroom mirror she

Hell, bravery didn't have anything to do with it. I was shitfaced.

Tequila. Straight. There's a real polite drink. You keep drinking until you finally take one more and it just won't go down. Then you know you've reached your limit.

Alcohol - once you drink it, it enters your bloodstream roughly in about an hour's time and begins to get processed. It doesn't sit around in your stomach for a long period of time.