Quotes About Drunkenness

Feast, n. A festival. A religious celebration usually signalized by gluttony and drunkenness, frequently in honor of some holy person distinguished for abstemiousness.

He who laughs loudest has a high probability of being extremely inebriated.

The proper behavior all through the holiday season is to be drunk. This drunkenness culminates on New Year's Eve, when you get so drunk you kiss the person you're married to.

When you look at it closely, drunkenness is a lordship problem. Who is your master, God or your desires? Do you desire God above all else, or do you desire something in creation more than you desire the Creator? At root, drunkards are worshipping another god—alcohol. Drunkenness violates the command "You shall have no other gods before me.

hamlet of Hampton and there get as nearly drunk as his funds would permit. It was his only surcease. And as a rule, it was a poor one. For seldom did he have enough ready money to buy wholesale forgetfulness. More often he was able to purchase only enough hard cider or fuseloil whisky to make him dull and vaguely miserable.

All failures – neurotics, psychotics, criminals, drunkards, problem children, suicides, perverts, and prostitutes – are failures because they are lacking in social interest.

Our forecastle, as usual after a liberty-day, was a scene of tumult all night long, from the drunken ones. They had just got to sleep toward morning, when they were turned up with the rest, and kept at work all day in the water, carrying hides, their heads aching so that they could hardly stand. This is sailor's pleasure.

He looks like he sucked the bottle dry about three in the morning and then stayed awake another hour or two to whistle into it.

All excess is ill, but drunkenness is of the worst sort. It spoils health, dismounts the mind, and unmans men. It reveals secrets, is quarrelsome, lascivious, impudent, dangerous and bad.

All Excess is ill: But Drunkenness is of the worst Sort. It spoils Health, dismounts the Mind, and unmans Men: It reveals Secrets, is Quarrelsome, Lascivious, Impudent, Dangerous and Mad. In fine, he that is drunk is not a Man: Because he is so long void of Reason, that distinguishes a Man from a Beast.

All Excess is ill: But Drunkenness is of the worst Sort.

I hate ingratitude more in a manThan lying, vainness, babbling drunkenness,Or any taint of vice whose strong corruptionInhabits our frail blood.

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

Can I say something? Before we go back to the party?' 'Go on.' 'I'm a little drunk.' 'Me too. That's okay.' 'Just … I missed you, you know.' 'I missed you too.' 'But so, so much, Dexter. There were so many things I wanted to talk to you about, and you weren't there—' 'Same here.' 'And I feel a little guilty, sort of running away like that.

I squinted drunkenly into the rearview mirror and tried in vain to find the headlights of the black truck that was chasing us, but I actually wasn't sure if its drivers needed headlights to see or if they even had eyes. I also wasn't sure it was a truck, or if it was black, or if we were being pursued at all. It was definitely raining, though.

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

If his drunkenness had legs, it would be Alexander the Great and conquer the known world. Then it would puke for a week into a solid gold toilet it stole from Zeus's guest room.

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.

With their mother lying in a coma twenty miles away, they clung together drunkenly and wept for the loss of their father.

If merely 'feeling good' could decide, drunkenness would be the supremely valid human experience.

I don't drink wine; but everything the wine doesn't do to me is a black abyss without drunkenness, a dark empty vineyard where they tread and bruise the soles of their feet on the hard stone.

I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.

She had sounded progressively more and more tipsy

The Empire was on the point of turning Paris into the bawdy house of Europe. The gang of fortune-seekers who had succeeded in stealing a throne required a reign of adventures, shady transactions, sold consciences, bought women, and rampant drunkenness.