Quotes About Drunkenness

Não há salvação. Nem mesmo a embriagez do desespero e a resolução cega, porque tu estás aí, nessa cama, na luz selvagem da tua morte.

He who seeks to regulate everything by law is more likely to arouse vices than to reform them. It is best to grant what cannot be abolished, even though it be in itself harmful. How many evils spring from luxury, envy, avarice, drunkenness and the like, yet these are tolerated because they cannot be prevented by legal enactments.

A Caucasian man was sitting at the bar when a slightly drunk Chinese man said to him, "I am sick of seeing your big round eyes." The Caucasian replied, "Put on a blindfold." "Where do I get one?" the Chinese man slurred. "Here, take my shoelace.

Evidence ... proves that prohibition only drives drunkenness behind closed doors and into dark places, and it does not cure it or even diminish it.

At least when you're drunk, Tom adds, quickly wiping the wet from his face. You've always got the floor for your best friend. Know why? It's always there for you, Navidson answers, his own cheeks suddenly flushing with emotion as he helps his weaving brother to the kitchen. That's right, Tom whispers. Just like you.

A Drunkard accuses a Drunkard... A sot became extremely drunk - his legs And head sank listless, weighed by wine's thick dregs. A sober neighbour put him in a sack And took him homewards hoisted on his back. Another drunk went stumbling by the first, Who woke and stuck his head outside and cursed. Hey, you, you lousy dipsomaniac, He yelled as he was borne off in the sack, If you'd had fewer drinks, just two or three, You would be walking now as well as me.

Most everybody had made at least one bad, drunken decision in their lives. Called an ex at two in the morning. Or perhaps has a little too much to drink on a second date and wept inconsolably while revealing how simply damaged one was, while nonetheless retaining an uncommonly large capacity for love. That kind of thing was, while regrettable, at least comprehensible. But waking up with someone generationally inappropriate, like your grandfather's best buddy?

Tengo tendencia a la envidia. Es una de mis tres emociones por defecto, los otros son la codicia y la ira. También he experimentado la compasión y la generosidad, pero sólo fugazmente y por lo general en estado de ebriedad, por lo que no tengo mucho recuerdo sobre eso.

The pleasure of being drunk is obviously the pleasure of escaping from the responsibility of consciousness. And so are the kind of social gatherings, held for no other purpose than the expression of hysterical chaos, where the guests wander around in an alcoholic stupor, prattling noisily and senselessly, and enjoying the illusion of a universe where one is not burdened with purpose, logic, reality or awareness.

Ellie's head sinks into her hands, and she weeps for the unknown Boot, for Jennifer, for chances missed and a life wasted. She cries for herself, because nobody will ever love her like he loved Jennifer, and because she suspects that she is spoiling what might have been a perfectly good, if ordinary, life. She cries because she is drunk and in her flat and there are few advantages to living on your own except being able to sob uninhibitedly at will.

She cries because she is drunk and in her flat and there are few advantages to living on your own except being able to sob uninhibitedly at will

You were half seas over.

A post-psychedelia drunkenness seemed to sweep over everybody in the entertainment business during the early seventies.

I realised that she was early drunk, in that squall of coherence before slurred speech and clumsiness and collapse.

Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness.

You monsters," I said in horror. "Why? My friend was very pleased. He said now he understood what real Russian drunkenness was all about." "What is it about?" "It's about waking up in the morning with everything around you looking gray. Gray sky, gray sun, gray city, gray people, gray thoughts. And the only way out is to have another drink. Then you feel better. Then the colors come back.

Poe's drunkenness was a mnemonic device, a deliberate method of work, drastic and fatal, no doubt, but suited to his passionate nature. Poe taught himself to drink, just as a careful man of letters makes a deliberate practice of filling his notebooks with notes.

An empty silence descends upon them. How the hell is this supposed to work, anyway? People meet people every day. They talk, they go out, they kiss, they fuck, they fall in love, they make families, and all because they managed to push past any initial introversion and awkwardness to make contact. He wishes they were drunk.

Las luces del "Copacabana" rielando en el agua negra del malecón, que mana de las cloacas de Managua. Conversaciones absurdas de noches de borrachera que se repiten y se repiten como un disco rayado. Y los gritos de las ruletas, y las roconolas. "Y mi pecado está siempre delante de mí.

laziness-with it's inebriating effects- is the wine of the poor, and of those who wander among them

Forse un mattino andando in un'aria di vetro, arida, rivolgendomi, vedrò compirsi il miracolo: il nulla alle mie spalle, il vuoto dietro di me, con un terrore da ubriaco.

1847, the Emperor's favourite, but: the Preobrazhensky Regiment... got totally drunk. The Pavlovsky, our revolutionary buttress, also couldn't resist. We sent guards from other picked units - all got utterly drunk. We posted guards from the Regimental Committees - they succumbed as well. We despatched armoured cars to drive away the crowd, but after a while they also began to weave suspiciously. When evening came, a violent bacchanalia overflowed.

Exasperated, Antonov-Ovseenko called the Petrograd Fire Brigade. 'We tried flooding the cellars with water - but the firemen ... got drunk instead.' The Commissars started smashing the bottles in Palace Square, but 'the crowd drank from the gutters. The drunken ecstasy infected the entire city.

He went to the bar and stood there a while. But he was in the way of people getting their drinks. He moved to the edge of the crowd and just watched. Suddenly it seemed, he was drunk, in a suit that didn't fit, at a party where he didn't know anyone, and he was standing alone.