Quotes About Inebriation

In tasting rooms I can never tell how tipsy I am. But once I'm outside, the awareness factor of my inebriation is greatly magnified. Everything looks and feels different. The surrounding flora seems to quiver. Colors are riotously iridescent. Sounds are louder; birds in the trees seem to mock you. All sense of reality is swamped. Anything out of the norm might happen!

Potations pottle deep.

O thou invisible spirit of wine! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!

One draught above heat makes him a fool, the second mads him, and a third drowns him.

My heart started acting like a drunk grasshopper.

There is nothing contemptible about an intoxicated man (if it is nothing more than a bookful of words or a roomful of notes that he has got drunk on).

light-headed, my body trembling from shoes to shoulders in random spells, like I swallowed a vibrator. It's always like this when I'm on the sauce. I dosed six hours ago.

indulged in excess in the flowing bowl"—a polite term, in those days, for drunkenness.

If you drink, don't drive. Don't even putt.

That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.

That room was Rolandsen's world. Rolandsen was not just irresponsibility and inebriation, he was also great thinker and inventor. There was a smell of acids that permeated the corridor and came to the notice of every visitor. Rolandsen made no secret of the fact that he had all these medicaments there solely to disguise the aroma of all the brandy he consumed. But this was part of an act designed purely to give himself an air of inscrutability.

Den lange jærnbanereise har rystet sammen alle de forskjellige dele i vore hoder, det danser mange løse ting omkring derinde, vi kjører endnu; selv har jeg desuten et lite tillæg av mathet, av ubehag, feber. Det der må nok kureres med en bitte liten dram, sier jeg. Og så ser jeg min leilighet til å hælde kognak i et ølglass.

You've been thinking and I've been drinking.

She had sounded progressively more and more tipsy

Drunken women in very sheer catch-a-cold-or-catch-a-man dresses were acting like they were on spring break in Cancún. Inebriated men in dark suits were . . . making passes and grabbing asses and refilling glasses.

She drank three giant glasses of Kool-Aid and vodka that night.

The only cure for a real hangover is death.

My main skills are talking and cooking biscuits," Augustus said. "And getting drunk on the porch.

Nay, Sir, it was not the WINE that made your head ache, but the SENSE that I put into it' 'What, Sir! will sense make the head ache?' 'Yes, Sir, (with a smile,) when it is not used to it.

Reevie . . . I feel wasted." Her head sways from side to side, her hair hanging in her face. "Will you please take me home?" I peer at her. She's had, like, two beers. I've seen her finish a six-pack in under an hour and not get tipsy.

The first toasts were being raised, and already becoming less and less coherent.

The effective object of worship is the bottle and the sole religious experience is that state of uninhibited and belligerent euphoria which follows the ingestion of the third cocktail.

Do you find it easy to get drunk on words?" "So easy that, to tell you the truth, I am seldom perfectly sober.

THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND (Nautical term): A reference to the sheets (ropes) of a sail becoming loosened, rendering the sail useless (drunk)