Quotes About Intoxication

It's sort of perfect, when you think about it. Isn't falling in love a lot like losing your head?

Old tricky tequila, which tastes to me like a mix of tears and spit.

The chief reason for drinking is the desire to behave in a certain way, and to be able to blame it on alcohol.

dbeing drunk is awsome, until you feel everything again.

How do you know when you are too drunk to drive? When you swerve to miss a tree then realize it was your air-freshener.

To that daintiest siren of puff and perfume, a Turkish cigarette.

For, although he didn't know it, to him work was a sort of intoxication which gave him a glowing health and plenty of easy sleep.

Too much truth is the style of a drunken master, intoxicated with the sweet wine of philosophical poetry, a comical third eye, whose power of thought will break stone and ice. Developed dexterity of thought, manipulates the fighting techniques of aphorisms leaving no chance. Loneliness enhances the force of the blow, its depth of thought, piercing consciousness and subconsciousness.

A funny thing, the simple pretty ones disintegrate when they drink, the clever handsome ones become more beautiful, their sex comes to the surface.

Lucas nodded the instant before Hawke caught the first hint of an exquisitely familiar scent on the breeze. Autumn leaves and spice and strength. His wolf stretched out at the intoxication of it. Maybe she wasn't his mate, but the animal wasn't bothered. It still wanted the man to take her, to claim her. To bite her. Jesus.

Thick lashes lifted, a moment of pure clarity in the dark gray as Noah wrapped his arm around her waist. "Meant to ask you to marry me, put the ring in the plant soil, but gardener made me drunk. He's so small. What happened?"

invincibility that only drunks and fools know.

The women's hall, if anything, was even bawdier than the men's. Veils were askew and sleeves were tucked in belts. Arddun and Gwladus could barely keep up with filling the cups and Hunric's wife, inarticulate with mead, was shaking a broken-stringed lyre as though it were a choking baby.

A paean to justice intoxicates us, because it seems to us to be an apology for the passion, just or unjust, which blinds us.

My dick didn't seem to be aware that she was there. She kept asking me what was wrong, and I was so out of it that I thought she meant what was wrong with the world, so I started talking about global poverty and shit. I'm not surprised she left. I suspect she won't be coming back.

No, signore, non è possibile che sono ubriaco! Io lo so che non è bene essere ubriachi.

When wine is in, truth is out, you know.

I might get drunk one day and fall in love or fall over a hooker outside, and I would have consummated a relationship that I couldn't necessarily believe in.

Any connoisseur knows you've got to be drunk to really enjoy a good romance.

Wine gives courage and makes men more apt for passion.

But one of the many problems with being an alcoholic is that when people tell you how bad you are when you're drunk, you're usually drunk. So you just keep getting drunk.

The proper behavior all through the holiday season is to be drunk. This drunkenness culminates on New Year's Eve, when you get so drunk you kiss the person you're married to.

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

The Western cult of happiness is indeed a strange adventure, something like a collective intoxication. In the guise of emancipation, it transforms a high ideal into its opposite. Condemned to joy, we must be happy or lose all standing in society. It is not a question of knowing whether we are more or less happy than our ancestors; our conception of the thing itself has changed, and we are probably the first society in history to make people unhappy for not being happy.