Browsing Topic Best Drank Quotes

You can’t be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline. It helps if you have some kind of a football team, or some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a beer.

The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one.

I drink to make other people more interesting.

It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.

I don’t quite recollect how many tumblers of whiskey toddy each man drank after supper; but this I know, that about one o’clock in the morning, the baillie’s grown-up son became insensible while attempting the first verse of ‘Willie brewed a peck o’ maut’; and he having been, for half an hour before, the only other man visible above the mahogany, it occurred to my uncle that it was almost time to think about going.

but isn’t there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

It was the kind of town that made you feel like Humphrey Bogart: you came in on a bumpy little plane, and, for some mysterious reason, got a private room with a balcony overlooking the town and the harbor; then you sat there and drank until something happened.

The sober guy is always going to have this air of arrogance or self-righteousness, but it’s not my intention. I just knew that if I drank, I’d have a drinking problem.

Before I met her, I drank and swore without reason… now I have a reason.

Drank a lot of take home pay.

Wake up now, look alive, for here is a day off work just to praise Creation: the turkey, the squash, and the corn, these things that ate and drank sunshine, grass, mud, and rain, and then in the shortening days laid down their lives for our welfare and onward resolve. There’s the miracle for you, the absolute sacrifice that still holds back seed: a germ of promise to do the whole thing again, another time. . . Thanksgiving is Creation’s birthday party. Praise harvest, a pause and sigh on the breath of immortality.

My dad drank pretty heavily, and he never missed a day of work in his life. So I never looked at drinking as a serious problem, but drugs to me are a serious problem. I think it’s a generational thing. I think older people don’t feel as uncomfortable around drinkers as they do around dopers.

I drank a lot, but I wouldn’t have missed it. I look back on it as sort of dreary enjoyment, because I don’t have to be there anymore.

History is but the record of the public and official acts of human beings. It is our object, therefore, to humanize our history and deal with people past and present; people who ate and possibly drank; people who were born, flourished and died; not grave tragedians, posing perpetually for their photographs.

We didn’t have steroids. If I wanted to get pumped up, I drank a case of beer.

I never changed after that. I sought for nothing in the one great source of change which is humanity. And even in my love and absorption with the beauty of the world, I sought to learn nothing that could be given back to humanity. I drank of the beauty of the world as a vampire drinks. I was satisfied. I was filled to the brim. But I was dead. And I was changeless.

Love’s arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope,And Hope kiss’d Love, and Love drew in her breathIn that close kiss and drank her whisper’d tales.They said that Love would die when Hope was gone.And Love mourn’d long, and sorrow’d after Hope;At last she sought out Memory, and they trodThe same old paths where Love had walked with Hope,And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.

When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep. When we fall asleep, we commit no sin. When we commit no sin, we go to heaven. Sooooo, let’s all get drunk and go to heaven!

One night, I pissed into an empty wine bottle so I could continue watching Monty Python, and suddenly thought ‘I’ve never tasted my own piss,’ so I drank a little. It looked just like Orvieto Classico and tasted of nearly nothing

People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.

I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.

To crank myself up I stood on a jack and ran myself up. I tightened myself like a bolt. I inserted myself in a vise-clamp and wound the handle till the pressure built. I drank coffee in titrated doses. It was a tricky business, requiring the finely tuned judgment of a skilled anesthesiologist. There was a tiny range within which coffee was effective, short of which it was useless, and beyond which, fatal.

Every single night, there seemed to be the same seven or eight guys – Harry Nilsson, myself, Mickey Dolenz, Bernie Taupin, Keith Moon when he was in town. It was actually sort of a social club – drinking club – for rock stars that drank – seriously drank.

I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank piña coladas. At sunset, we made love like sea otters. That was a pretty good day. Why couldn’t I get that day over and over and over?

Coffee is a beverage that puts one to sleep when not drank.

There’s no reason why a player is done at 33, 34. They train better, they eat better, they drink better. This isn’t the old days when everybody sat around and drank beer.

Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer.

In these last few days, we were close because we were both mortal men. We saw the same sun and the same twilight, we felt the same pull of the earth beneath our feet. We drank together and broke bread together. We might have made love together, if you had only allowed such a thing. But that’s all changed. You have your youth, yes, and all the dizzying wonder that accompanies the miracle. But I still see death when I look at you. I know now I cannot be your companion, and you cannot be mine

When I was in the hospital they gave me apple juice every morning, even after I told them I didn’t like it. I had to get even. One morning, I poured the apple juice into the specimen tube. The nurse held it up and said, ‘It’s a little cloudy.’ I took the tube from her and said, ‘Let me run it through again,’ and drank it. The nurse fainted.

Per capita the East Germans drank more than twice as much as their West German counterparts.

Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;You’ve play’d, and lov’d, and ate, and drank your fill:Walk sober off, before a sprightlier ageComes titt’ring on, and shoves you from the stage.

Odd, she thought, how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love – soaked, drenched in love – only to discover later that perhaps you didn’t know that person quite as well as you had imagined. Or weren’t quite as well known as you had hoped to be. In the beginning, a lover drank in every word and gesture and then tried to hold on to that intensity for as long as possible. But inevitable, if two people were together long enough, that intensity had to wane.

By comparing what we know today with what the ancients appear to have known we can guess at the kinds of wine they drank.