Quotes About Alcohol

Tinder was like tequila—fun today, sad tomorrow

Solace? That's why God made fermented beverages and the blues.

Beer can lead men to think they're mighty and foul-mouthed women to believe themselves amusing and hip.

I like to drink just enough to change the temperature in the brain room. I'll turn to less mainstream substances if I want to rearrange the furniture.

Life isn't simple; it's overwhelmingly complex. The love of simplicity is an escapist drug, like alcohol.

a hangover without a head to torment is like a philanthropist without an institution to endow)

Sitting on the train to Atlanta, Frank suddenly realized that those memories, powerful as they were, did not crush him anymore or throw him into paralyzing despair. He could recall every detail, every sorrow, without needing alcohol to steady him. Was this the fruit of sobriety?

I knew that he would go out to the tavern, returning with eyes like glittering spoons.

She attributed this to having got drunk for the first time at the age of fifteen at a dormy feast on cheap sweet sherry; the memory of that hangover would have caused a girl with less courage to swear off alcohol for life.

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.

Alcohol. It sucks the life out of a face and replaces it with its own dumb shine of inanity. It's up to you. If you want to lose yourself, have a drink.

Pintman Paddy Losty. Some of Dublin's great pintmen have been known to put away thirty pints or more in a day

I don't think I can keep looking at this stuff, Buster," she informed him, handing the camera to her brother. "It makes me want to drink either more alcohol or none, and I can't imagine either possibility.

Alcohol, she suddenly understood, would solve this problem. It would create other, more pressing problems, but for now, steadily rising into inebriation, she felt like she could handle the situation at hand. She could deal with shit.

I don't even drink! I can't stand the taste of alcohol. Every New Year's Eve I try one drink and every time it makes me feel sick. So I don't touch booze - I'm always the designated driver.

Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.

I held the mescal up to the light and watched the worm slide across the bottom of the bottle.

Who says I'm drinking? (Morgan) I guess the bottle drank itself. (Jake)

But in college, we can wear our alcohol abuse as proudly as our university sweatshirts; the two concepts are virtually synonymous.

I'm sick of the ignorance that lack of funding has generated, of the fathers who apporach me at dinner parties with their four-year-old girls clasped to their pant legs and say, "Yeah, but studies say kids can buy drugs more easily than they can buy alcohol." To which I always respond, "I guess that means you keep heroin in your liquor cabinet?

It doesn't occur to me that alcohol might be unhinging me, that drinking at the rate I am can induce depression, impulsive behaviour, and symptoms of bipolar and borderline personality disorder.

He was still so beautiful, though I recognized the signs of a hard struggle with alcohol and drugs. He was thinner than I remembered, and a few capillaries were broken in his cheeks. There were a few scars that might've been from skin picking on his face, a classic habit of a junkie.

One quart milk, one quart cream, one dozen eggs, 12 tablespoons sugar, one pint brandy, half-pint rye whiskey, quarter-pint rum, quarter-pint sherry. Mix. Store by cool window or in cellar.

And kissing him is like sucking on alcohol-soaked feet.