Quotes About Whisky

the sodden, sweaty weariness of his own body, the whisky misery of it.

O whisky é o melhor amigo do homem, ele é o cahorro engarrafado

Freedom and Whisky gang tegither.

Despite the disorder, he knew where the decanters were kept, and quickly had his guests supplied with whisky. He'd put quite a lot of soda in Brianna's, but noticed that she sipped at it as though her glass contained ant spray, rather than the best Glenfiddich single malt. Claire, who took her whisky neat by request, seemed to enjoy it much more.

The man's a Scot, wee Fergus." Jamie's voice was as calm as his face, but I heard the small note of strain in it. "Whisky's what he wanted.

The whisky muttered in his ears.

Fear can be headier than whisky once man has acquired a taste for it.

My own experience has been that the tools I need for my trade are paper, tobacco, food, and a little whisky.

Let other poets raise a fracas Bout vines, an' wines, an' drucken Bacchus, An' crabbit names an' stories wrack us, An' grate our lug: I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us, In glass or jug." Evans smiled at Stewart in confusion. "Burns on scotch, Mr Evans. A very fine poet and a very fine drink.

He could dismiss several schools of philosophy by shifting slightly in his chair or toting his whisky glass.

Keep trying?I'd rather keep walking. I mean, whisky is whisky

Can I ask you something?" asks Will, after a while. The man sips his whisky instead of answering. Will asks the question anyway. "Have you ever been in love?" The man places his glass down and stares at Will, steel-eyed. The expected reaction, "Once," he responds , the word just a croak from the back of his throat. Will nods. "It's always just once, isn't it? The rest..they're just echoes

on his off nights he could forever be the shadowy, multifarious man who blew in and out on a dangerous breeze, sipping whisky before pollinating another dark place with his cowboy mysteriousness. In

Mr. Ankerson, however, was well provided for already. He had ordered a bottle of whisky for himself and was quietly enjoying a one-man orgy in the corner.

You have been going on about pride like it was a bad thing, and I disagree with you. A man's pride is about the only thing he has that's worth having, and is what sets him apart from the pack. We have argued this before, Judge, and I guess I will say this time that a man that doesn't have it is a pretty poor specimen and apt to take to whisky for the lack. For all whisky is, is pride you can pour in your belly.

Yes, you learn your lessons as they come your way... And when you have learned them all they can stick red-hot pokers in your wife and babies and you will only laugh to see it. Because you will know by then that people don't matter a damn. Men are like corn growing. The sun burns them up and the rain washes them out and the winter freezes them, and the cavalry tramps them down, but somehow they keep growing. And none of it matters a damn so long as the whisky holds out.

Los hombres son como el maíz. El sol los quema, la lluvia los empapa, el invierno los congela y la Caballería los pisotea, pero a pesar de todo continúan creciendo. Y nada de eso importa mientras haya whisky.

I couldn't believe it when I learned that people actually 'practised the occult'. These freaks with white make-up and black robes would come up to us after our gigs and invite us to black masses at Highgate Cemetery in London. I'd say to them, 'Look, mate, the only evil spirits I'm interested in are called whisky, vodka and gin.'

The sun went down early in our valley—never a moment after 6:00 p.m.—and by the time it set, every night, no matter what else was happening, Jock had washed and was inside at our bar cart, doctoring a whisky.