Alcoholism Quotes
Is a few hours of hell-raising, or respite from life's toil worth this every morning?
Let me ask you this: How many days do you have left, if any, in the life you promised for yourself yesterday?
Last night I dreamt Moses and I were rowing underwater.We could breathe and talk to one another.We rowed past schools of fish and sea anemones and Moses named them for me.”—Jules Finn
Not much more than a broke disgrace who's hooked on tonics, so excuse him if his poker face has puke on it.
I had two speeds, which often varied with my blood alcohol level: fine with whatever, and never, ever satisfied. Where was the balance between these two?
It wasn't fair that my friends could stay at Captain Morgan's pirate ship party while I was drop-kicked into a basement with homeless people chanting the Serenity Prayer.
I had this great idea: I should get a job. Freelancing came with freedom, but maybe what I required was a cage.
When was the last time you woke up and wished you'd had just one more drink the night before?I have never regretted not drinking. Say this to yourself, and you'll get through anything.
Getting sober is a radically creative act.
It is ethanol that everyone is after when they drink alcoholic beverages. That is what gives us the euphoric feeling, and that is what all vendors of alcoholic drinks are selling.
Alcoholism is a choice... not a life sentence.
After all these years, his best friend is malaria.Even on the brink of an Alaska summer, it comes calling: a bone-deep chill one night, a ministry of sweat the next. Calling him back to old battles.
I understood drinking to be the gasoline of all adventure.
Far above him a few white clouds were racing windily after a pale gibbous moon. Drink all morning, they said to him, drink all day. This is life!
Spurred by Amy’s death I’ve tried to salvage unwilling victims from the mayhem of the internal storm and am always, always just pulled inside myself.
Now I’msober and Irealize, Ididn’t drink toescape the world, I drank to escapemyself
Alcoholism or addiction is a disease because it fits the definition of disease. It is progressive and chronic, and left untreated, it will kill.
How is that for some people drinking is a short-term loan on the spirit, but for others a heavy mortgage on the soul?
When you are young your body cannot handle alcohol, and when you get old your mind cannot handle it. Either way, alcohol has its way.
You are giving up nothing! You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Alcohol. It sucks the life out of a face and replaces it with its own dumb shine of inanity. It’s up to you. If you want to lose yourself, have a drink.
I believe in 'Positives' not Negatives the only thing about Alcohol I'm Powerless over is those Damn Taxes
Gin and whisky cost so much more. Oblivion and courage could no longer be purchased for the price of an old song.
It wasn't fair to pull her into that vortex, because I couldn't be fixed. And Roxy was a fixer. She thought she could help me, I could see it in her eyes.
Roxy was my breath of fresh air. My soft place to land. She was home to me.
The longer we spent together, the more she discovered about me. The things I didn't want her to know. The darkness and the anger and the pain.
She was trying to hide it, the pain I had caused her again. Because she knew how much those tears destroyed me.
If there’s one thing I learned in Alanon, it’s that you got to face the music because it just grows louder when you ignore it.
Ethan didn't mind his blood being taken - he just disliked the fact that it had to be sucked through a needle in order to do it.
Cruel Harvest by Fran Elizabeth Grubb is a memoir that will touch your heart.
