100 Quotes About Drunk

So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete. I am not this year and I am not your fault. I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day, but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. I am not your fault. . Charlotte Eriksson

Save your explanations, I got some questions for you first and you'd better answer them! ' [slurred Hellian.] 'With what?' [Banaschar] sneered. 'Explanations?' 'No. Answers. There's a difference-' 'Really? How? What difference?' 'Explanations are what people use when they need to lie. Y'can always tell those, 'cause those don't explain nothing and then they look at you like they just cleared things up when really they did the opposite and they know it and you know it and they know you know and you know they know that you know and they know you and you know them and maybe you go out for a pitcher later but who picks up the tab? That's what I want to know.' 'Right, and answers?' 'Answers is what I get when I ask questions. Answers is when you got no choice. I ask, you tell. I ask again, you tell some more. Then I break your fingers, 'cause I don't like what you're telling me, because those answers don't explain nothing! . Steven Erikson

(Nicholas)"Am I dead?" An odd question, but then she rememberd her mourning attire. "No sir, you are not." He relaxed a moment, then turned his head slightly as if searching for other passengers. His brows dived in a scowl. Am I married?" She wasn't sure how to answer. His kid gloves hid any evidence of his matrimonial state, but his expression of instantaneous alarm and regret suggested he was referring specifically to her. No sir, we are not. Donna MacMeans

You can’t get the blood out. Steven Ramirez

One sip of this wine and you will go mad with drunkenness. You will drop your masks and tear your clothes – destroying everything that separates you from the Lover. Once you taste the fruit of this vine, you will be kicked out of the city of yourself. You will forget the world. You will forget yourself. I tell you: you will become a madman who wanders the streets looking for the Lover once you drink this Wine of Love. Kamand Kojouri

Needy people are like newborns, I have come to realize. One intoxicated night and BAM! You are stuck with this problem. You finally take it home and it wants to keep you up all night and cries when it isn’t sucking on various parts of your anatomy. It wants you there for everything — rocking, feeding, burping, changing.. It’s ridiculous. If I wanted a kid I would have one. Until then, grow the hell up and stand on your own two feet, you little crazy. . Chase Brooks

There were, however, a few exceptions. One was Norma Dodsworth, the poet, who had not unpleasantly drunk but had been sensible enough to pass out before any violent action proved necessary. He had been deposited, not very gently, on the lawn, where it was hoped that a hyena would give him a rude awakening. For all practical purposes he could, therefore, be regarded as absent. Arthur C. Clarke

I was hoping that the first time you expressed affection for me, it would not be in a room full of strangers. And that you would not have just said it to a sniveling creature like that Raymond! ” “I expressed affection for Ray?” “Yes! ” “Man, I really must be drunk.” Louis-Cesare just looked at me. I blinked politely back, until I realized that he expected a response. Karen Chance

That wasn’t so bad, ” I decided, after downing the shot. Maybe I was getting my rhythm. “Because you threw it over your shoulder, ” Scarface told me, looking smug. “Did not.” I looked behind me, only to see an outraged vamp with fey wine dripping down his face. “Oops.” “It was for luck, ” Ray said defensively, wrapping both my hands around a glass. “Drink! ” I drank. Karen Chance

And why was I sitting on the curb? I honestly didn’t know, but it was better than being inside my apartment, all alone. And yeah, I was alone out here, but it didn’t feel that way. I was pretty sure there was a squirrel over by the tree, so that counted for something, right? Jennifer Armentrout

Put down your glass, it is time to dance. If you want to get drunk all you need is to drink love. Put down your pipe and do away with these childish toys. If you want to get high all you need is to breathe love. Now, can I have this dance? Kamand Kojouri

Nancy Astor: "Winston, you are a drunk! " Winston Churchill: "And you, madam, are ugly. But I shall be sober in the morning."( Reported exchange will Winston Churchill. Unknown

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

I am sitting here, staring at the dark sky and drunk with memories. laughing like a maniac while crying an ocean. Somewhere it feels like somebody is kissing my lips passionately. While they are continuously pushing a knife, deep into my chest. Akshay Vasu

Where had he been? Drinking, obviously. Then she started cataloging all the ways he was worthless. On fool impulse, as his most potent available argument against Lily, Bud stuck his hands into his coat pockets and pulled out the many bundles of hundreds and threw them on the bedspread. If you were honest and stupid, you worked a couple of lifetimes for that kind of money, doled out by the hour in pocket-change amounts by asswipe bosses. . Charles Frazier

Why didn't you write all this time? Did you not remember us in a song? A dance? In the skies littered with stars? Did you not get drunk? Why didn’t you write all this time? Did you not remember us in a film? A book? In idyllic dusks and dawns? Did you not get high? It is good that you didn't. For all is well. I am drunk and dazed. I have already forgotten youand your bewitching ways. Kamand Kojouri

Shame on you. Don't tell me you've been married for an hour and you've already got eyes for another woman. Mordecai Richler

I skipped between the dancers, twirling my skirts. The seated, masked musicians didn’t look up at me as I leaped before them, dancing in place. No chains, no boundaries–just me and the music, dancing and dancing. I wasn’t faerie, but I was a part of this earth, and the earth was a part of me, and I would be content to dance upon it for the rest of my life. One of the musicians looked up from his fiddling, and I halted. Sweat gleamed on the strong column of his neck as he rested his chin upon the dark wood of the fiddle. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the cords of muscle along his forearms. He had once mentioned that he would have liked to be a traveling minstrel if not a warrior or a High Lord–now, hearing him play, I knew he could have made a fortune from it.“ I’m sorry, Tam, ” Lucien panted, appearing from nowhere. “I left her alone for a little at one of the food tables, and when I caught up to her, she was drinking the wine, and–” Tamlin didn’t pause in his playing. His golden hair damp with sweat, he looked marvelously handsome–even though I couldn’t see most of his face. He gave me a feral smile as I began to dance in place before him. “I’ll look after her, ” Tamlin murmured above the music, and I glowed, my dancing becoming faster. “Go enjoy yourself.” Lucien fled. I shouted over the music, “I don’t need a keeper! ” I wanted to spin and spin and spin.“ No, you don’t, ” Tamlin said, never once stumbling over his playing. How his bow did dance upon the strings, his fingers sturdy and strong, no signs of those claws that I had come to stop fearing … “Dance, Feyre, ” he whispered. So I did. I was loosened, a top whirling around and around, and I didn’t know who I danced with or what they looked like, only that I had become the music and the fire and the night, and there was nothing that could slow me down. Through it all, Tamlin and his musicians played such joyous music that I didn’t think the world could contain it all. I sashayed over to him, my faerie lord, my protector and warrior, my friend, and danced before him. He grinned at me, and I didn’t break my dancing as he rose from his seat and knelt before me in the grass, offering up a solo on his fiddle to me. Sarah J. Maas

I am clumsy, drop glasses and get drunk on Monday afternoons. I read Seneca and can recite Shakespeare by heart, but I mess up the laundry, don’t answer my phone and blame the world when something goes wrong. I think I have a dream, but most of the days I’m still sleeping. The grass is cut. It smells like strawberries. Today I finished four books and cleaned my drawers. Do you believe in a God? Can I tell you about Icarus? How he flew too close to the sun? I want to make coming home your favourite part of the day. I want to leave tiny little words lingering in your mind, on nights when you’re far away and can’t sleep. I want to make everything around us beautiful; make small things mean a little more. Make you feel a little more. A little better, a little lighter. The coffee is warm, this cup is yours. I want to be someone you can’t live without. I want to be someone you can’t live without. Charlotte Eriksson

Am I making something worth while? I’m not sure. I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts, but am I making something worth while? I’m not sure. There was a boy last night who I never spoke to because I was too drunk and still shy, but mostly lonely, and I couldn’t find anything lightly to say, so I simply walked awaybut still wondered what he did with his lifebecause he didn’t even speak to meor look at mebut still made me wonder who he wasand I walked away asking Am I making something worth while? I am not sure. I am a complicated person with a simple lifeand I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me. . Charlotte Eriksson

Millions of deaths would not have happened if it weren’t for the consumption of alcohol. The same can be said about millions of births. Mokokoma Mokhonoana

And when he got home he started on Mumma. He hated her then, because in her fatness and untidiness and drabness she reminded him of what he himself was when he was sober. Ruth Park

My mind may be sober, but my confidence is high! Habeeb Akande

Oh, I’m Chrissy Mackenzie, I’m from Vancouver but I came here to study environmental journalism, ” the girl exclaimed with way too much enthusiasm. “You got any advice?”“ Search me, ” Mandy muttered, spooning another ice cube from the empty glass on the table in front of her. “I like pollution, I write in favor of it, and environmental journalism most often implies that it’s in favor of all that “go green” hippie crap.” “Oh, well….” Chrissy seemed taken aback, offended, and Mandy sighed a fourth time. “Damn it, I’m really sorry, ” she apologized, smiling dismally at the aspiring writer. “It’s just been a really lousy day for me and I wasn’t really thinking. My advice? Find your own cause to represent, not one thrown out into society by a ton of environmentalist dopes. Find something new, something you think could be improved, and work from there.” Chrissy smiled with a look of total ecstasy as if the words of some nobody woman were important. Mandy momentarily noticed the groups of laughing, drunk, giggling people, all acting childish… and for a moment she wished she could be them. Rebecca McNutt

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

Lovecraft says he knows about tentaclesbut that motherfucker never bedded a girl from West Chesterand survived She was a toothachethat oneand she tasted like crackthe best thing about her was if I was ever hungry I could always make a meal out of whateverwas making rest at the corners of her mouth I can't remember her nameas is the case with most of themthen again I can't rememberhow many donuts I ate this morningor how many beers I'll drink tonight, tomorrow . Dave Matthes

I have drunk the night and swallowed the stars. I am dancing with abandon and singing with rapture. There is not a thing I do not love. There is not a person I have not forgiven. I feel a universe of love. I feel a universe of light. Tonight, I am with old friends and we are returning home. The moon is our witness. Kamand Kojouri

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity. Sanober Khan

I remember only images, snapshots burned into me, bleeding into each other until I no longer knew the order in which they had happen. Laure Eve

I was sprawled out in my usual position on the couch, half asleep but entirely drunk, torturing myself by tearing memories out of my mind at random like matches from a book, striking them one at a time and drowsily setting myself on fire. Jonathan Tropper

I have become intoxicated again. You are such a potent wine, my friend. To escape your withdrawal effects, tomorrow I will drink in excess. Alas, why make me love? I was aware, conscious, and sensible before. I am ill by cause of this illusion. The devil plays tricks on me more and more. I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will. Your score, the nightingale song withinnotes composed to imprison and bear me wings. Oh, if only they could hear how it sings! I am now beyond parched. My strings left untouched. You are no longer an oasis, my friend, but a mirage soon coming to an end. Kamand Kojouri

You meet a new guy, analyze him, not good for marriage, not good for a relationship, not good for fucking, maybe excepting the very drunk mood, so, conclusion: this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Irina Bors

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

Don't drive a car in the dream, else you won't drive it on earth. Don't wish to become, else you won't become. Don't associate with fools, else your ancestors will be insulted. Don't be addicted to wine, else your pocket will be empty. Don't be drunk, else you'll be attacked. Michael Bassey Johnson

Lady Astor was also said to have responded to a question from Churchill about what disguise he should wear to a masquerade ball by saying, "Why don't you come sober, Prime Minister?"(Reported exchange with Winston Churchill) Unknown

Don't fall asleep yet. Contrary to popular belief, that's not where dreams get accomplished. George Watsky

I don't remember things. I black out and I can't remember where I've been or what I've done. Sometimes I wonder if I've done or said terrible things, and I can't remember. And if..if someone tells me something I've done, it doesn't even feel like me. it doesn't feel like it was me who was doing that thing. And it's so hard to feel responsible for something you don't remember. So I never feel bad enough. i feel bad, but the thing that i've done --it's removed from me. It's like it doesn't belong to me. Paula Hawkins

By the first mouthful I knew that I was going to get drunk that night. The drink tasted too good not to. S.A. Tawks

These are the words of a fool: I am happy to be a fool, for i won't spend my time gazing at lines difficult to decipher, while my mates are drinking with glee. Michael Bassey Johnson

How many beers do y'all think it takes before one internationally scientist turns to another and says, 'Dude, bet you twenty bucks I can levitate a frog with a magnet?' ' Sam drawled. Robyn Schneider

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it. Steven Ramirez

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad. Steven Ramirez

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid. Steven Ramirez

This place is Hell’s waiting room. Steven Ramirez

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her. Steven Ramirez

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy. Steven Ramirez

I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour. Steven Ramirez

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time. Steven Ramirez

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death. Steven Ramirez

‘There’s no time for right or wrong, ’ I said. Steven Ramirez

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave. Steven Ramirez

She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time. Steven Ramirez

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse. Steven Ramirez

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret. Steven Ramirez

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it. Steven Ramirez

She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil. Steven Ramirez

The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance. Steven Ramirez

The sound of him drinking was indescribable–like dirty runoff down a storm drain. Steven Ramirez

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but. Steven Ramirez

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man, ’ he said. Steven Ramirez

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes. Steven Ramirez

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth. Steven Ramirez

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me. Steven Ramirez

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right. Steven Ramirez

I’m not a bad person. Steven Ramirez

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show. Steven Ramirez

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me. Steven Ramirez

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people? Steven Ramirez

Drive. He’s already dead. Steven Ramirez

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice. Steven Ramirez

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink. Steven Ramirez

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’ Steven Ramirez

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing. Steven Ramirez

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality. Steven Ramirez

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be. Steven Ramirez

‘Eighth one this week, ’ he said. Steven Ramirez

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished. Steven Ramirez

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t–how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me. Steven Ramirez

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room. Steven Ramirez

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless. Steven Ramirez

A riverless silence made the air heavy. Steven Ramirez

I feel wonderful and sad. It's the gin. Stephen Beresford