Quotes About Revelry

I don't know what to do!" cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. "I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to every-body! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!

Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away.

Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away. Gay and merry was the time; and right gay and merry were at least four of the numerous hearts that were gladdened by its coming.

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Je buvais à pleins verres les étoiles" (Mes amis m'ont enfin avoué leur mépris)

El Muchacho Alegre" should be the Mexican national anthem because it has everything a Mexican needs for fun: boozing, whoring, gambling, singing, gunplay, anal

It was surprising how easy it was to think about the unthinkable if you'd had a few glasses of wine on a spring night.

And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind and O! then the Roman candle burst and it was like a sigh of O! and everyone cried O!O! in raptures and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they shed and ah! they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O so lively! O so soft, sweet, soft!

She was well primed with a good load of Delahunt's port under her bellyband.

Without prompting, he said, "Maybe we don't need any pharmaceutical help to have fun anymore. I'm not sure I'll ever say the sentence 'It's not really a party until the cops show up' again.

There are three things, and three things only, that can lift the pain of mortality and ease the ravages of life. These are wine, women and song.

I thought that I was going to have to pay them to do what I wanted to do, that was how much fun I was having. You're 20 years old and you're hanging out with rock stars and going to fabulous parties, and then you talk about it!

How'd we get so drunk?" "It's a fuckin' mystery," said Rebecca, slamming a shot glass down on the table.

Of course it was the alcohol," said Teresa. "That's the whole point of alcohol.

after ingurgitating another modicum of the royal booze

I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.

Weekend forecast: mostly drunk with a chance of regret

Beer is liquid frivolity Wine, scarlet truth

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...

Tick tock— It's wine o'clock!

To good eating belongs good drinking.

Come, landlord, fill a flowing bowl, until it does run over; To-night we all will merry be, to-morrow we'll get sober.

The revelers in the State House, however, had no intention of retiring for the night. Instead they emptied into the streets and massed outside the telegraph office, shouting "New York 50,000 majority for Lincoln—whoop, whoop hurrah!" The entire city "went off like one immense cannon report, with shouting from houses, shouting from stores, shouting from house tops, and shouting everywhere.

Hark to the music! How beneath the strain Of reckless revelry, vibrates and sobs One fundamental chord of constant pain, The pulse-beat of the poet's heart that throbs.