Quotes About Conviviality

What is the odds so long as the fire of soul is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather!

What the two drank together, between Hilary Term and Michaelmas, might have floated a king's ship.

I don't know whether any of you, gentlemen, ever partook of a real substantial hospitable Scotch breakfast, and then went out to a slight lunch of a bushel of oysters, a dozen or so of bottled ale, and a noggin or two of whiskey to close up with. If you ever did, you will agree with me that it requires a pretty strong head to go out to dinner and supper afterwards.

But what,' said Mr Swiveller with a sigh, 'what is the odds so long as the fire of soul is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather! What is the odds so long as the spirit is expanded by means of rosy wine, and the present moment is the least happiest of our existence!

for a moment he seemed to see himself as if in a dreamlike film, surrounded by kindred spirits at the warm center of some bustling enterprise in which food, wine, starlight, warm breezes and the sounds of human conviviality combined like the elements of some ancient ceremony to plunge the parched spirit back into the flow of life's inexhaustible abundance.

Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.

To be around me, you must love food, or I'm the most obnoxious person you've ever met.

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, love, and so on — have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear — what remains? Nature remains; to bring out from their torpid recesses, the affinities of a man or woman with the open air, the trees, fields, the changes of seasons — the sun by day and the stars of heaven by night.

A meal without wine is like a day without sunshine.

They were both good friends and heavy drinkers, a combination hard to beat.

What is the point of labor saving if by making work effortless we make it poor, and if by doing poor work we weaken our bodies and lose conviviality and health? (Health is Membership, pg. 93)

The things I agree to with a little gin in me.

The Other should be a glorious, not a pitiful Other, an object of admiration not of commiseration, the object of a challenge, not that interactive, democratic Other which is not even really your equal. The Other exists more intensely in the dual relation, in rivalry and challenge, than in interaction, conviviality and cosy multiculturalism.

Sensible people advise against drinking on an empty stomach, but to my mind it is the best sort of drinking.

The wine is drawn, M. le Marquis...we must drink it.?

No, jak tam? Co tam? Wódka grzeje, wódka chÅ'odzi, wódka nigdy nie zaszkodzi!

A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover

Cúpoles la ración de dos copas por estómago: a la segunda quedó abierto el apetito del copeo, y las botellas fueron llegando una tras otra a pedimento de don Sebastián.

There's always time for one more pint. - Chief Inspector Morse

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, There's always laughter and good red wine. At least I've always found it so. Benedicamus Domino!

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, there's always laughter and good red wine.

How can anyone not drink?...Is anyone fool enough not to want to feel good? The day you have a drink's always like a holiday. If you only now when to stop.

What do poems have to do with an ethics of conviviality? Poems are beginners. The urgent social abjection of the poem might act as shelter to a gestured vernacular. Covertly the poem transforms that vernacular to a prosodic gift whose agency flourishes in the bodily time of an institutional and economic evasion. Let us suppose here that poems are those commodious anywheres that might evade determination by continuously inviting their own dissolution in semantic distribution. In

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.