Inebriated State Quotes

Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool? Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.

I lay my head on the wheel and the horn begins honking, the whole neighborhood knows that I'm home drunk again.

It would be pleasant to be drunk.

I was so drunk last night I fell down and missed the floor.

A drunkards purse is a bottle.

"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "Ask a glass of water."

Of all vices take heed of drunkenness; other vices are but fruits of disordered affections--this disorders, nay, banishes reason; other vices but impair the soul--this demolishes her two chief faculties, the understanding and the will; other vices make their own way--this makes way for all vices; he that is a drunkard is qualified for all vice.

The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.

Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk." "Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.

To describe drunkenness for the colorful vocabulary is rather cynical. There is nothing easier than to capitalize on drunkards.

Surrender to alcohol intoxication provides a partial and subjective shortcut to a more correct state of mind.

A man will part with anything so long as he's drunk, and you're drunk with him.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

Promise me one thing: don't take me home until I'm drunk - very drunk indeed.

Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.

I would be lying if I didn't admit there might be a scene in the movie where there might be alcohol in my system.

Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.

Drunkeness is temporary suicide: the happiness that it brings is merely negative, a momentary cessation of unhappiness.

That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.

It's funny; I actually made poorer decisions when I sobered up then when I was screwed up.

If getting drunk was how people forgot they were mortal, then hangovers were how they remembered.

Do you dare to accuse wine of clouding the reason? Quote me more marvelous effects than those of wine. Look! when a man drinks, he is rich, everything he touches succeeds, he gains lawsuits, is happy and helps his friends. Come, bring hither quick a flagon of wine, that I may soak my brain and get an ingenious idea.

Some people, every now and then, simply had to have One Too Many, go drifty voiced and slouch mouthed, swimming willfully around in their own sadness as if it were hot springs.