Quotes About Alcohol

Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.

But there is no withdrawal, but with tobacco there is terrible withdrawal, it is almost impossible for a lot of people. I did, I went cold turkey, they never had any patches in those days but grass was not difficult, alcohol not difficult, but tobacco - oh my god.

Working behind the cocktail bar was a different kind of escapism, a creative outlet with a newfound respect for alcohol. I didn't drink as I was also working day shifts in a coffee shop and, later, the fire service, and needed my wits about me to pull off my 60-hour working weeks.

It was a woman who drove me to drink, and I never had the courtesy to thank her for it.

Talking about my addiction to alcohol is therapeutic. Most definitely telling everyone about it is as well.

Each year, therefore, a dollar spent on alcoholic beverages has purchased a smaller quantity.

Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.

I drink because I'm thirsty.

I haven't been drinking for years now. Something's got to give. I don't mind that I'm a guy that's stopped drinking, though this interview is making me mighty thirsty.

Pour alcohol on a bundle of nerves and it generally turns into a can of worms.

He looked at her with contempt, the contempt that silver might feel for sodden flesh. "She never could hold her liquor." "We were pub-crawling," I said. "We had a wizard do." He looked at me sharply. "Evidently. Now why should you be interested in a bag of worms like this?" "You're talking about the woman I love.

That was the trouble with alcohol as a sedative. It floated you off reality for a while, but it brought you back by a route that meandered through the ash-dumps of hell.

The truth is, what we commonly call life is not life at all. Its routine and settled ways are the curse of life, and we will do almost anything to get away from the trivial, even if it is only for a few hours of forgetfulness in alcohol, drugs, forbidden sex, or golf.

I have respect for beer.

Alcohol: Alcohol makes you more susceptible to injuries, it's a squandering of tax payer dollars and resources, it causes crashes and fatalities, it increases crime rates, it impairs your mind and it's harmful to your health.

You don't have senses so you can impair them with drugs, alcohol, and tobacco. You don't have a life so you can make bad decisions and harm yourself and or others, smarten up.

The combination of long-expired beef jerky and ten cans of Coors were likely responsible for the upheaval in his bowels.

The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.

It isn't chic for women to be drunk. Men drunks are more excusable, more easily absolved, but why? It must be thought they have better reasons.

A puff of air—whuff!—hits his ears, blows out the candle. He can't be bothered relighting it, because the bourbon is taking over. He'd rather stay in the dark. He can sense Oryx drifting towards him on her soft feathery wings. Any moment now she'll be with him. He sits crouched in the chair with his head down on the desk and his eyes closed, in a state of misery and peace.

Alcohol's a depressant, it will let me down later.

Now young lady,' he said to me, 'I'm not going to chastize you personally because I can see you are a nice girl and only the innocent means to this abominable end. But you will be so kind as to give these tracts to your employers. Who can tell but that their hearts may yet be softened? The propagation of drink and of drunkenness to excess is an iniquity, a sin against the Lord.

You're Ma's own blood son, but did she take on that time Tony Fontaine shot you in the leg? No, she just sent for old Doc Fontaine to dress it and asked the doctor what ailed Tony's aim. Said she guessed the licker was spoiling his marksmanship.

The Internet is like alcohol in some sense. It accentuates what you would do anyway. If you want to be a loner, you can be more alone. If you want to connect, it makes it easier to connect.