Quotes About Alcoholism

she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer. all her books of terrified loneliness all her books about the cruelty of loveless love were all that was left of her as the strolling vacationer discovered her body notified the captain and she was quickly dispatched to somewhere else on the ship as everything continued just as she had written it.

The earth. Smog, murder, the poisoned air, the poisoned water, the poisoned food, the hatred, the hopelessness, everything. The only beautiful thing about the earth is the animals and now they are being killed off, soon they will be gone except for pet rats and race horses. It's so sad, no wonder you drink so much.

So where do you go? Back to the bottle And back to a tiny room somewhere. And wait. And wait, and wait. That's all.

Ma l'aspetto positivo dell'essere un ubriacone è che non eri mai stitico. A volte pensavo al fegato, ma lui non parlava mai, non diceva mai: Smettila tu stai ammazzando me io ammazzerò te Se avessimo il fegato parlante non avremmo bisogno degli Alcolisti Anonimi.

the psyche has been burned and left us senseless, the world has been darker than lights-out in a closet full of hungry bats, and the whiskey and wine entered our veins when blood was too weak to carry on; and it will happen to others, and our few good times will be rare because we have a critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter

Sometimes I thought about my liver but my liver never spoke up, it never said, "Stop it, you're killing me and I'm going to kill you!" If we had talking livers we wouldn't need A.A.

I'm just an alcoholic who became a writer so that I would be able to stay in bed until noon.

I have consumed more drink than the first one hundred men you will pass on the street or meet in the madhouse. I scratch my belly and dream of the albatross. I have joined the great drunks of the centuries: Li Po, Toulouse-Lautrec, Crane, Faulkner. I have been selected but by whom?

My idea about the whole thing was that most people weren't alcoholics, they only thought that they were. It was something that couldn't be rushed. It took at least twenty years to become a bonafide alcoholic. I was on my 45th year and didn't regret any of it.

Will you read some of your poems?" "Christ, no." "Why not?" "I just want to drink." "You talk about drinking a lot in your books. Do you think drinking has helped your writing?" "No. I'm just an alcoholic who became a writer so that I would be able to stay in bed until noon." I

Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.

So you're a comedian, he said. Tell me something funny. Okay. The great thing about being an alcoholic is that when you're bored at a party, you can leave without saying good-bye, and people just think you blacked out. Are you an alcoholic? he asked me. That's not really the point, I responded. And I don't like the word 'alcoholic.' I like to think of myself as an advanced drinker.

She knew that most men desired her because she was attractive and she was smart, but also because she was a drunk and she was easy. This one? She hoped for his sake he wasn't as different as he seemed, because she always disappointed those men quickly or broke their hearts over time.

Both Mom and Dad were blackout, killer drinkers. Dad came to school football games drunk. I'd find Mom passed out in the bushes, scared and hiding.

Alcoholism is a disease of faith. Alcoholics often develop a cynical attitude toward life, not seeing anything to believe in. When you persistently feel the need to change your consciousness through drugs or booze, you are expressing a lack of trust in life itself. And, in some ways, you are expressing a lack of trust in yourself, in your ability to tolerate life undiluted, to find value in your own, unadulterated experience.

At heart alcoholism feels like the accumulation of dozens of such connections, dozens of tiny fears and hungers and rages, dozens of experiences and memories that collect in the bottom of your soul, coalescing over many many many drinks into a single liquid solution.

The knowledge that some people can have enough while you never can is the single most compelling piece of evidence for a drinker to suggest that alcoholism is, in fact, a disease, that it has powerful physiological roots, that the alcoholic's body simply responds differently to liquor than a nonalcoholic's.

is that in some deep and important personal respects you stop growing when you start drinking alcoholically. The drink stunts you, prevents you from walking through the kinds of fearful life experiences that bring you from point A to point B on the maturity scale.

if you have a need to be comfortable all the time—well, among other things, you have the makings of a classic drug addict or alcoholic.

But I think if you have the expectation that you're going to be happy throughout your life—more to the point, if you have a need to be comfortable all the time—well, among other things, you have the makings of a classic drug addict or alcoholic.

But I think if you have the expectation that you're going to be happy throughout your life -- more to the point, if you have a need to be comfortable all the time -- well, among other things, you have the makings of a classic drug addict or alcoholic.

Maybe some folks are alcoholics and others are just voluntary drunks. Maybe some folks drink due to body chemistry and others due to their lazy characters. Maybe some have drinking problems, while others have problems enough to drink.

Becoming an ex-alcoholic, however, is not easy. Drink may be futile and ultimately degrading, but only the fortunate drinker discovers this. And it is the even more fortunate one who then comes upon a new and healthy path to the summit of his physical and mental powers. Before the liver goes, the heart enlarges and the brain begins to deteriorate, he must get the message that there is a better way to experience himself and the universe. My

We ask for help and help is given. Often we do not recognize that other people's alcoholism, sexual betrayals, chronic illnesses, and alienating behavior are actually cries for help. But unquestionably God recognizes every plea no matter what form it takes, and God finds some way to give us as much help as we are willing to receive at that time.