Quotes About Drinking

What's Hemingway?" Astor said. I watched the crowd of look-alikes milling around on the sidewalk, jostling each other and slurping beer. "A man who grew a beard and drank a lot," I said.

If you divorced him, we'd have more money. He doesn't hardly sell any sculptures. He eats and drinks a lot. Mostly you pay the bills.

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.

Drinking helps us to forget what we are, we leave the office and walk straight to the bar.

I wasn't doing much work when I was using and drinking. I have friends who did it (work), but I wasn't one of those people.

I work to raise awareness of the dangers of drinking and driving and substance abuse, primarily with youth.

If drinking is interfering with your work, you're probably a heavy drinker. If work is interfering with your drinking, you're probably an alcoholic.

I thought for a change I would give up drinking, and it was a great mistake, and, although I reduced the size of my nose and improved my beauty, my stomach suffered.

When it comes to wine, I tell people to throw away the vintage charts and invest in a corkscrew. The best way to learn about wine is the drinking.

I'm not an alcoholic, I only drink two times a year. When it's my birthday, and when it's not my birthday.

I just read an article on the dangers of heavy drinking...scared the hell out of me. So that's it, after today...no more reading

The trouble with the world is, Frankie, that there are too many ideals and too little horse sense . . . Human beings don't like peace and good will and everybody loving everybody else . . . they're not made like that. Human beings like eating and drinking and loving and hating. They also like showing off, grabbing all they can, fighting for their rights and bossing anybody who'll give 'em half a chance.

That fist he was raising at me would wham into the cupboard door, hurting only himself. I saw it all happening, then it really did happen. But I didn't understand the whore thing. Why was he confusing the drinking with the other? Then I got it. Obvious. It was all mixed up for him, all the same thing: the drinking, the other, anything that could make a woman free.

with narrow set eyes that gave him the appearance of a rat. His torn jeans added to the general impression of lack of care, although it was to some extent offset by the brand new expensive white trainers that adorned his otherwise bare feet. Lorcan was nursing the dregs of a pint of Smithwicks, his second of the evening. It would be his last drink of the day, for Lorcan was stony broke.

Cover your glass in France or Germany --even worse, in England - and in the voice of someone who has personally affronted, your host will ask why you're not drinking. 'Oh, I just don't feel like it this morning.' 'Why not?' 'I guess I'm not in the mood?' 'Well, this'll put you in the mood. Here. Drink up.' 'No, really, I'm OK.' 'Just taste it.' 'Actually, I'm sort of...well, I sort of have a problem with it.' 'Then how about half a glass?

On the off chance my caller would tell me to quit drinking, I positioned myself on the sofa with two six-packs and a bottle of nice scotch. Then I turned on the TV and ate a sandwich made from leftover chicken lo mein. I call it a Chanwich.

One year I went as a pirate, but from then on I went as a hobo. It's a word you don't hear anymore. Along with 'tramp,' it's been replaced by 'homeless person,' which isn't the same thing. Unlike someone who was evicted or lost his house in a fire, the hobo roughed it by choice. Being at liberty, unencumbered by bills and mortgages, better suited his drinking schedule, and so he found shelter wherever he could, never a bum, but something much less threatening, a figure of merriment, almost.

There was a sink for washing glasses and an assortment of cartoon napkins illustrating the lighter side of alcoholism.

You'd think I'd have addressed my drinking, at least in the privacy of my diary, but it's rarely mentioned. To type that word—alcoholic—would have made it real, so I never recounted the talking-tos I got from Hugh and certain helpful people in my family.

I think Seneca is right: life feels longer the more you engage with it.... I should be loving sculpture! But I have not gone deeply into sculpture. Instead, having been utterly insensitive to sculpture, I fill the time that might have been usefully devoted to sculpture with things like drinking and staring into space.

I fill the time that might have been usefully devoted to sculpture with things like drinking and staring into space.

Los filósofos han observado que las costumbres de la edad temprana retornan con fuerza en la vejez del hombre. Séchard confirmaba esta ley moral: cuanto más envejecía, más le gustaba beber.

Eagerness in drinking is a practice injurious to the partaker. Do not haste to mischief, my friend. Your drink is not being taken from you. It is given you, and waits you.

As time's gone on, I've probably become a lot more like him (John Rebus): I drink at his bar and I like to be one on one with my music late at night.