38 Quotes About Booze

It’s no secret that alcohol has a way of taking over our lives, especially when we’re young. Drinking is fun for the most part, but alcohol can also be dangerous. It affects our judgment and leads to risky behavior like drunk driving. We don’t always realize how much alcohol we drink until it’s too late Read more

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Like alcohol and poverty, a heartbreak has the power to...
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Like alcohol and poverty, a heartbreak has the power to make a man do something he wouldn’t normally do and to make a woman do someone she wouldn’t normally do. Mokokoma Mokhonoana
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A fine young man and a fine young felly he always was, except that in the old days, before you began coming in here, Mr. Witherwax, he maybe had too much money and spent too much of it on girls. Take them alone, either one; the money without the women, or a good girl without the money that can be a help to a young felly, and he's fixed for life. But put them together; and often as not, the young felly goes on the booze. ("The Better Mousetrap") . Fletcher Pratt
There have been two great narcotics in European civilisation: Christianity...
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There have been two great narcotics in European civilisation: Christianity and alcohol. Friedrich Nietzsche
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When it happens and it hits hard, we decide certain things, and realize there's truth in all those dark, lonely days" He had an instantaneous look about him, a glimmer and a glint over those eyes, he knew how the world worked, and took pleasure in its wickedness. He would give a dime or two to those sitting on the street, he would tell them things like:" It won't get any better, "and" Might as well use this to buy your next fix, "and finally" It's better to die high than to live sober, " His suit was pressed nicely, with care and respect, like the kind a corpse wears, he'd say that was his way of honoring the dead, of always being ready for the oncoming train, I liked him, he never wore a fake smileand he was always ready to tell a story about how andwhen" We all wake up alone, " he said once, " Oftentimes even when sleeping next to someone, we wake up before them and they are still asleep and suddenly we are awake, and alone." I didn't see him for a few days, a few days later it felt like it'd been weeks, those weeks drifted apart from one another, like leaves on a pond's surface, and became like months. And then I saw him and I asked him where he'd been, he said, " I woke up alone one day, just like any other, and I decided I didn't like it anymore. Dave Matthes
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I spent a lot of money on booze, birds, and fast cars. The rest I just squandered. George Best
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This is where the whole thing entered into a vicious cycle, for her proximity always inebriated the hearts, thus only deepening their desire to remain hostages in the cage so that they could booze even more on that beauty. Pawan Mishra
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Life will hack off your head and shit down your neck every chance it gets. I've found that consuming drugs and booze, listening to music and always having an excuse in the best way to tip the scales. Dave Matthes
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There's folly in her stridethat's the rumorjustified by lies I've seen her up closebeneath the sheetsand sometime during the summershe was mine for a few sweet months in the falland parts of December((( To get to the heart of this unsolvable equation, one must first become familiar with the physical, emotional, and immaterial makeup as to what constitutes both war and peace. )))I found her looking through a windowthe same window I'd been looking through She smiled and her eyes never falteredthis folly was a crime((( The very essence of war is destructive, though throughout the years utilized as a means of creating peace, such an equation might seem paradoxical to the untrained eye. Some might say using evil to defeat evil is counterproductive, and gives more meaning to the word “futile”. Others, like Edmund Burke, would argue that “the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men and women to do nothing.” )))She had an identity I could identify withsomething my fingertips could caress in the night((( There is such a limitless landscape within the mind, no two minds are alike. And this is why as a race we will forever be at war with each other. What constitutes peace is in the mind of the beholder. )))Have you heard the argument? This displacement of men and womenand women and menthe minds we all havethe beliefs we all share Slipping inside of usthoughts and religions and bodiesall bare((( “Without darkness, there can be no light, ”he once said. To demonstrate this theory, during one of his seminars he held a piece of white chalk and drew a line down the center of a blackboard. Explaining that without the blackness of the board, the white line would be invisible. )))When she leftshe kissed with eyes open I knew this because I'd done the same Sometimes we saw eye to eye like that Very briefly, she considered an apotheosisa synthesisa rendering of her follyinto solidarity((( To believe that a world-wide lay down of arms is possible, however, is the delusion of the pacifist; the dream of the optimist; and the joke of the realist. Diplomacy only goes so far, and in spite of our efforts to fight with words- there are times when drawing swords of a very different nature are surely called for. )))Experiencing the subsequent sunriseinhaling and drinkingbreaking mirrors and regurgitatingjust to start againall in all I was just another gash in the bark((( Plato once said:“ Only the dead have seen the end of war.” Perhaps the death of us all is called for in this time of emotional desperation. War is a product of the mind; only with the death of such will come the end of the bloodshed. Though this may be a fairly realistic view of such an issue, perhaps there is an optimistic outlook on the horizon. Not every sword is double edged, but every coin is double sided. )))Leaving town and throwing shit out the windowdrinking boroughs and borrowing spare change I glimpsed the rear view mirrorstole a glimpse really I've believed in looking back for a whileit helps to have one last viewa reminder in case one ever decides to rebelin the event the self regressesand makes the declaration of devastationonce more((( Thus, if we wish to eliminate the threat of war today- complete human annihilation may be called for. ))) . Dave Matthes
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When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when he had it all -- cash, booze, and a wife -- he couldn't be distracted from the great emptiness that was always falling through him and never hit the ground. Denis Johnson
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Hemingway is overrated, Twain is even more lost at sea, And all truths point to the mouth of a woman, Where both her whispers and her screams, Are born. Pour another glass, Beer, wine, whiskey, I don't care, So long as its wisdom is sharp, And it tells lies instead of promises. Dave Matthes
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You don't have to go back to the way things were. Just go back to the point where you left off. Don't start over.. just keep going, but there's a right way of keeping going. And no one here is going to be angry at you for leaving. We all have to leave sometimes. And some of us never come back. But there's always a choice, even if you've already decided never to return. You can still come back from this. That is the only kind of faith that matters. Not in the world, not in.. God.., not in our friendship.. just in yourself. . Dave Matthes
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All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze. Shannon Celebi
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The day I became a writerit wasn't the day a whore paid me in sexin exchange for one of my bookswhich happened often and more and moreas time went onit wasn't the first time someone actually paid for one of my bookswhich happens less and less as time goes on It was the day I realizedthat everything is created by man God, Satan, Judas, phobias, excrement, even deatheven womeneverything is created by man So I said to myselfshit, let me make something let me tape together some words and sentencesand proseand predicatesand the residual shit that sticks to my ass after I wipeand compose a new kind of thing But then I realized that others had discovered thisfor themselves as well And suddenly the world became a jungle Where everyone eats each other alive And shits out the same shit . Dave Matthes
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She came towards me with a juicy gash between her legs that smelled like my best friend's sister" Just when I thought I'd escaped them all She comes reeling herself inpulling at my stringsher hand quick to find my zipper She moaned the way a drunk old lady does And I wasn't even inside her yet" You don't have anywhere else to be, " she managed to say.." My wounds have been reopened tonight already, " I muttered I caught wind of the gully. .the part of her she once kept sacred as a ChristianI smelled the information I lifted my hand into the air and hailed a cab He rolled down his window and saw her" Find another cab, " he said, and sped off into the night I took her homebecause she said she was lonelyreally she was drunk off somethingsome memory or some choiceshe walked funny.. -one of her heels had broken On the couch I left her, Before I could go, she grabbed my cock I slapped her across the face and she pulled harder Her eyes stayed closed Her lips dripped Her grip clenched I wasn't getting out of this one unscathed" If I take my pants off, will you let me go?" I asked" If you take your pants off, I'll be suckin' that cock till you pass out from all the screamin'.." I slapped her again, because she needed it She laughed Saying her cousin beat her harder Saying her father knew how to really...make things happen I asked her what her father's number was Let's get his motherfucking self up here to take you away, that's what I said She said he died, or killed himself" What's the difference really, " she said, chewing on her hair She let go of my cock on her own accord And she opened her eyes for a moment She closed them again And I could tell she was sleeping Her eyes opened once more Her face red where I'd hit her She tasted the blood on her lip" Do you think if we remind ourselves enough, we can make up for all the pain we've caused others?" I said to her, "We can't. All we can do is keep ourselves from all those who don't deserve it. Dave Matthes
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To all the boys, for when you become men: you'll leave women all throughout your life because they're holding you back, and even after she's gone she'll still weigh you down. To all the women: stay away from us men. We don't know anything about you, despite what we try to convince you of. Dave Matthes
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You know one day, you're going to look back on these days. And everyone you went to high school with will either be getting married to each other, shitting out kids, or dropping dead like flies, " when she spoke, Miss Jenson sighed at the end of every few words; she must have been narrating her own thoughts she might have otherwise kept to herself, "and everything you never did, you'll never be able to even try. Dave Matthes
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...people who don't live at least a little bit in fear, have nothing left to live for. Dave Matthes
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People will drive by their high school ten years down the road, just so they can pretend that thinking "not much has changed" is actually true. When really, everything has changed. The air smells the same, but the roads have cracked more. The roads have cracked so much they now look like the skin on a crocodile's back. And all the fields, green in the summers, golden in the autumns, have all been paved over with new reasons to never come back. Dave Matthes
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The door is cracked We used to meetlike water does landnonot thatmore like when skin touches skinkissing fingertipsor when air escapes a lung and is felt across the world I've leapt over cracks in sidewalksand swallowed away troublesome back painsthat could only be fixed with someone else's pills We met by your house one stray dayand you drove me to the baywhere we sat and kissed like it was yesterday And here you told me that you loved meand that you always loved meand that you would always love methe wind blew and I held you You rested your head on my shoulderand the wind blew warm Later, in your big red truck, we smoked some greenand I kissed you harderand held your breasts, and felt between your legsand with a gaspyou told me you were in love with me And then you drove me backand we promised it wouldn't be the endnot this time The quill and inkwell on your foot I'm a writer and you are my greatest art I returned to my hell and dreamt of you once more . Dave Matthes
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I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running. Dave Matthes
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...you're either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church. Dave Matthes
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~Posters with torn edges hanging from rotten walls~ The doctor told me something onceshe said S T O P DRINKINGI slapped her across the face with this N O I walked right out of that officewent right down to the hole I told the bartender W H I S K E Y, MOTHERFUCKERhe poured and he pouredand I slapped my money down on that barthe man I had been driving around withhe just sort of sat there next to this hookershe probably had something rottenway down there between her legsher eyes told of no soul I emptied the bottle down my throatand ordered some chipsthe bartender told me T H E Y' R E STALEand I give him a I DON'T FUCKIN' CARE, GIVE ME SOMETHIN'He slid me a ham sandwich dripping with cheap low-fat mayo and said E N J O Y I went back to my roomand talked all nightso much conversationit turned the toilet bowl pale . Dave Matthes
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I didn't recognize it as such then, because I was only thirteen years old, but later I found it a bit ironic that my first time seeing a woman in all her form and glory and saggy drug-tainted tits, arrived at the same exact time as my first introduction to death. Dave Matthes
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Reaction time Touch the underside of a penny you find on the street Doesn't feel any different unless you close your eyes I can taste the copper in my mouth nowseeping from between my teeth There's an explanation I'm sureall this bloodit's from all the times I held the glass too close And forgot to tip the dancer A storm just passedand like every other one that came before it I was left unharmed The dogs are all barking and the catshiding in the basement And the sky is colored that bright yellow glowmakes it feel like you're wearing sunglassesthat you can't take off Wherever you are nowit's not herebecause I missed it I missed the show I missed the curtain call And forever more I am cursedlike a blanket without a body to keep warm . Dave Matthes
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I decided to masturbate with shampoo instead of conditioner today. Because yolo. Things Jesus never said. Dave Matthes
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If you drink anymore, you're going to be positively flammable. Michaela Haze
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Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity. Dave Matthes
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Let me ask you this: How many days do you have left, if any, in the life you promised for yourself yesterday? Dave Matthes
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So you mean to tell me you won't fuck anyone you don't share some kind of deep emotional connection with? What a sad, depressing, truly horrible life you must lead... Dave Matthes
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An empty bottle of Jack is almost just as beautiful as a new and unopened bottle...in the same sense as looking down at muddied feet, and looking back the way you came. The journey you've taken to get to this point, the experiences and sights and music listened to, the shit scrolled down on paper. An empty bottle may hold more promise than a full one in that regard... Dave Matthes
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About a week earlier I had finished a book (on the Hell's Angels, scheduled this fall by Random House) and I felt that I needed about a week of total degeneration to cool out my system. To this end I went down to Big Sur and Monterery and filled my body with every variety of booze and drug available to modern man. For six or seven days I ran happily amok - spending money, sitting in baths, and futilely hunting wild boar with a .44 Magnum revolver. At one point I gave my car away to a man who paid $25 for the privilege of pushing it off a 400-foot cliff. - to Max Scherr editor, Berkley Barb 7/20/1966 . Hunter S. Thompson
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I mostly drink clear booze because the rest of it looks it's already been through a gentleman. Christopher Buehlman
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I can party like a twenty-four-year-old but it takes me almost a week to recover. Amy Poehler
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How many of you were born in Oklahoma? Yeah, never raise your hand to a question like that again. We’re the mecca of beer-drinkin’ rednecks. Bryant A. Loney
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And even in the open air the stench of whiskey was appalling. To this fiendish poison, I am certain, the greater part of the squalor I saw is due. Many of these vermin were obviously not foreigners– I counted at least five American countenances in which a certain vanished decency half showed through the red whiskey bloating. Then I reflected upon the power of wine, and marveled how self-respecting persons can imbibe such stuff, or permit it to be served upon their tables. It is the deadliest enemy with which humanity is faced. Not all the European wars could produce a tenth of the havock occasioned among men by the wretched fluid which responsible governments allow to be sold openly. Looking upon that mob of sodden brutes, my mind’s eye pictured a scene of different kind; a table bedecked with spotless linen and glistening silver, surrounded by gentlemen immaculate in evening attire–and in the reddening faces of those gentlemen I could trace the same lines which appeared in full development of the beasts of the crowd. Truly, the effects of liquor are universal, and the shamelessness of man unbounded. How can reform be wrought in the crowd, when supposedly respectable boards groan beneath the goblets of rare old vintages? Is mankind asleep, that its enemy is thus entertained as a bosom friend? But a week or two ago, at a parade held in honour of the returning Rhode Island National Guard, the Chief Executive of this State, Mr. Robert Livingston Beeckman, prominent in New York, Newport, and Providence society, appeared in such an intoxicated condition that he could scarce guide his mount, or retain his seat in the saddle, and he the guardian of the liberties and interests of that Colony carved by the faith, hope, and labour of Roger Williams from the wilderness of savage New-England! I am perhaps an extremist on the subject of prohibition, but I can see no justification whatsoever for the tolerance of such a degrading demon as drink. . H.P. Lovecraft
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The thing about alcohol, though non-drinkers, non-alcoholics and reformed alcoholics may falsely dispute this, is that each day, or night on booze, is a different journey, the destination being a mystery, but quite possibly the final one. Robert Black
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Day zero, the disaster, the serious shock, the near self-destruction. Day two, the suffering, the repentance, the depression, and the promises. Day three, the recovery, the wall, some light, and the joy. Day four, the strength, the resolution, the celebration, and the plan. Day five, exercise to purify and strengthen, the first twinge, small and beaten. Day six, many twinges, major twinges, the doubt, the questions, the boredom, the resentment, and the wall begins to crumble. Day seven, off to buy booze. . Robert Black