Quotes About Drinking

The fertile earth imbibes the rain; The trees her moisture drink again; The swelling ocean drinks the gales, From him the thirsty sun exhales: The moon, as thirsty, copious streams Insatiate drinks of solar beams. In drinking, then, since all agree, What friend can justly censure me?

I have never had so much fun as in Montreal. I taught the kids French, I baby-sat, I went to school, I was a receptionist at a hairdresser's, I danced and drank all night. I found that the more you do, the more you have time to do... it's weird, non?

My rule - and I feel like this is a pretty good rule for life - no drinking while on television. I do not ever imbibe.

I had a couple years of depression. I started drinking too much. I had to up my antidepressants. I cried all day, every day, and I lost weight. But I had to take care of two kids. It wasn't about me anymore.

I hate the taste of alcohol. When I'm drinking, I'm drinking Red Bull.

A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.

The water in L.A. tastes like bleach. I literally have to make my tea with Evian water.

I don't like tea! Never have, never drunk it.

I didn't DJ at Liverpool's Ruby Sky nightclub but a couple of newspapers said how great my DJ set was, and how I've straightened up, which is true, and how I was drinking tea. But I wasn't there!

Hey, Adrian Edmondson," I said with compassion for the little tot, "why don't you eat my thesis and take my wallet and cigarette lighter so you can go to the pub and do some more of your drinking which you do so well although you're definitely not an alcoholic.

Will Cody was always quite open about his drinking, although none of the officers he served under ever went on record to accuse him of drinking on duty. Off duty it was another matter altogether. On the morning after the first day's march, General Duncan, whom Cody called "a jolly, blustering old fellow," proposed a shooting match.

Drinking makes such fools of people, and people are such fools to begin with, that it's compounding a felony.

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony;Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither—They had been fou for weeks thegither.

Unmatch'd at the bottle, unconquer'd in war, He drank his poor god-ship as deep as the sea; No tide of the Baltic e'er drunker than he.

You probably drink too much. If you hand me that bottle, I'll reduce your temptations. --Augustus Gus McCrae

What she liked the most about drinking was not being present, that feeling of self-evasion, of disconnection, of liberation, of escape. Alcohol offered her an excellent alternative to being herself without actually dying.

The mothers in my neighborhood were screamers and yellers, silent fuming carpet-raking speed cleaners or detached unkempt anticleaners, all-day-luncheon martini drinkers, chain smokers prostrate on the couch with bookcases filled with accounts of JFK and Camelot.

I drink only to make my friends seem interesting.

John is standing at the other end of the table, drinking Coke and nodding his head to the beat.

Then she'll drink. Sometimes it's like there's this well of sadness inside her, and she has to drink to fill it up. And then sometimes it's like there's a monster inside of her, and drinking's the only thing that will calm it down. And sometimes she drinks just because.

I truly believe that the drift toward blaming feminism is the most telling shift in this national dialogue. Blaming feminism, women's equality, for rape reveals the crux of the issue. Because it's not concern that's driving media coverage of women's drinking too much--it's sexism.

Little by little things began to assume a new aspect. The sense of insecurity vanished, words came of themselves, I was no longer so painfully conscious of everything I said. I drank on and felt the great soft wave approach and embrace me; the dark hour began to fill with pictures and stealthily the noiseless procession of dreams appeared again superimposed on the dreary, grey landscape of existence.

I knew that the late Zalewski, rest his soul, despite his motto, literally drank himself to death. His wife had on other occasions told me so often enough. But that didn't worry her. She used her husband as other folk do the Bible—for quotations. And the longer he was dead the harder she worked him. He now had something for all occasions—just like the Bible.

Wunderbar war das beim Trinken - es brachte einen rasch zusammen-, aber zwischenn Abend und Morgen schaffte es auch wieder Zwischenräume, als wären es Jahre.