Quotes About Drinking

Mr. Speaker, our Nation must no longer be complacent about underage drinking and its alarming consequences. We must bring this national public health crisis out of the shadow and into the bright light of a national priority.

Our kids have to understand that drinking underage is a poor decision that could drastically affect their chances to achieve the goals they've set.

With such compelling information, the question is why haven't we been able to do more to prevent the crisis of underage drinking? The answer is: the alcohol industry.

He drank standing up because he said, 'If you drink sitting down, you don't know if you will be... able to stand up.'

Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.

I don't drink any more than the man next to me, and the man next to me is Dean Martin.

As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.

There was a policy at Hughes against drinking at lunch, but the men ignored it

What more pleasant sensation than sunshine on skin, Spirit and flesh drinking in the light Of God and energy itself.

The first glass is a sedative, the second a psychologist, the third glass an excuse, and the fourth a lobotomy.

Once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing and from robbing he comes next to drinking and sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination.

Reply to Objection 2: The senses are suspended in the sleeper through certain evaporations and the escape of certain exhalations, as we read in De Somn. et Vigil. iii. And, therefore, according to the amount of such evaporation, the senses are more or less suspended. For when the amount is considerable, not only are the senses suspended, but also the imagination, so that there are no phantasms; thus does it happen, especially when a man falls asleep after eating and drinking copiously.

They understood, as few have understood before or since, how fleeting life is and how pointless to try to hold on to things or people. They pursued the wondrous deed, the heroic gesture: fighting, fucking, drinking, art - poetry for intense emotion, the music that accompanied the heroic drinking with which each day ended, bewitching ornament for one's person and possessions.

When people ask me if Dean Martin drank, let me put it this way. If Dracula bit Dean in the neck, he'd get a Bloody Mary.

I have an irrational fear that something bad is going to happen to me when I'm drinking out of a water fountain. I have no idea why.

I stopped drinking so much, I stopped listening to song lyrics with quite the same morbid fascination (for a while, I regarded just about any song in which somebody had lost somebody else as spookily relevant, which, as that covers the whole of pop music, and as I worked in a record shop, meant I felt pretty spooked more or less the whole time)

That night was my first exposure to the life I was supposed to be living at my age. I dont know, I didn't get it. You'll get a job, hate your life, and you'll want to drink too!-they always say.

Do you want to fix it? I just said I was in love with her. Why wouldn't I want to fix it? You want to know how? Goddamn it, Del. He drank again. Yes, since you're so fucking smart. How do I fix it? Crawl. Jack blew out a breath. I can do that.

When you go out with a drunk, you'll notice how a drunk fills your glass so he can empty his own. As long as you're drinking, drinking is okay. Two's company. Drinking is fun. If there's a bottle, even if your glass isn't empty, a drunk, he'll pour a little in your glass before he fills his own. This only looks like generosity.

You're in Ireland the summer after you left college and you're drinking at a pub near the castle where every day bus loads of English and American tourists come to kiss the Blarney Stone.

She looked before she drank. Looking was part of drinking. why waste sensation, she seemed to ask, why waste a single drop that can be pressed out of this ripe, this melting, this adorable world? Then she drank. And the air round her became threaded with sensation.

I don't drink water. Fish fuck in it.

Another idiotic tradition, Regina thought. To eat and drink in memory of the departed. There was something gross about it. As if they were taunting the dead person. Hey, you're dead and gone, but life goes on, and look how well we're all eating.

the psychobabble spelled out in magazines, the imaginary divans we would never wish to lie on ourselves, all they do is hold up mirrors in which not a single truth is revealed, because the truth is always trounced by the lie. Was Heinz a liar by saying nothing? Did he drink because he never stopped telling lies?