Browsing Topic Best Gin Quotes

The gin and tonic has saved more Englishmen’s lives, and minds, than all the doctors in the Empire.

Some colored people so scared of whitefolks they claim to love the cotton gin.

Depends on the evening. A good red wine is nice in cold weather. A Claret or a Rioja. I’ve got a good gin we make from damson plums. And you can’t beat a glass of champagne every now and again.

You can no more keep a martini in the refrigerator than you can keep a kiss there. The proper union of gin and vermouth is a great and sudden glory; it is one of the happiest marriages on earth and one of the shortest-lived.

I use a different style if I’m speaking to a big crowd; I can gin up folks pretty well. But when I’m in these town hall settings, my job is not to throw them a lot of red meat. I want to give them a sense of my thought process.

Young poets are advised by their elders to avoid the practice of journalism as they would wet socks and gin before breakfast.

There’s an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin.

A lot of people heard about gin and juice for the first time from Snoop Dogg, but it was nothing new in rap music, and it was nothing new in the black community.

I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.

If you’ve had good gin on a hot day in Southern California with the people you love, you forget Nebraska. The two things cannot coexist. The stronger, better of the two wins.

One was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin, and like a fool I mixed them.

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There’s an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, ‘Son, can you play me a memory?/ I’m not really sure how it goes / But it’s sad and it’s sweet, and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man’s clothes.’

[…] Technology has tended to devaluate the traditional vision-inducing materials. The illumination of a city, for example, was once a rare event, reserved for victories and national holidays, for the canonization of saints and the crowning of kings. Now it occurs nightly and celebrates the virtues of gin, cigarettes and toothpaste.

When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument.

I really need a gin and tonic.

The horse and mule live thirty years And never know of wine and beers. The goat and sheep at twenty die Without a taste of scotch or rye. The cow drinks water by the ton And at eighteen is mostly done. The dog at fifteen cashes in Without the aid of rum or gin. The modest, sober, bone-dry hen Lays eggs for noggs and dies at ten. But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men Survive three-score years and ten. And some of us, though mighty few Stay pickled ’til we’re ninety-two.

Different drinks have different metaphorical weight. Wine’s heady, gin is poisonous, vodka’s cold, and beer is plain boring. In real life, I’m a big fan of boxed white wine, much to the dismay of my more refined friends.

I don’t know what reception I’m at, but for God’s sake give me a gin and tonic.

Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.

In the dream of approaching forty I saw myself as about to die and realized that I was no longer myself, but a creature inhabited entirely by parasites, as a caterpillar is occupied by the grubs of the ichneumon fly. Gin, whisky, sloth, fear, guilt, tobacco, had made themselves my inquilines; alcohol sloshed about within, while tendrils of melon and vine grew out of ears and nostrils; my mind was a worn gramophone record, my true self was such a ruin as to seem non-existent, and all this had happened in the last three years.

The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin.

I never thought my cotton gin would change history.

Grab your pig’s feet, bread, and gin, there’s plenty in the kitchen. I wonder what the poor people are eating tonight?

Arthur shook his head and sat down. He looked up. I thought you must be dead … he said simply. So did I for a while, said Ford, and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. I kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic.

I was kind of pathetic. That’s what got me playing out in the street. I ran out of money and needed more gin for the night.

I have seen my kid struggle into the kitchen in the morning with outfits that need only one accessory: an empty gin bottle.

I like to have a martini/Two at the very most/After three I’m under the table/After four I’m under my host.

I like to have a martini/Two at the very most.

The whole world is strewn with snares, traps, gins and pitfalls for the capture of men by women.

Trying to gin up political violence for its electoral utility is – I think inarguably what we’re seeing here. And I know that the Donald Trump campaign will not say that is what they’re doing.

There’s truth in wine, and there may be some in gin and muddy beer; but whether it’s truth worth my knowing, is another question.

You’d learn more about the world by lying on the couch and drinking gin out of a bottle than by watching the news.

The fun, joy, and humor dry up in a relationship when one of the partners is swimming in gin. To my way of thinking, it is selfishness personified to see life through the bottom of a liquor bottle.

He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother