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Mulled ale for the frozen man, And mulled ale for the weary:For mulled ale is the body's friendAnd makes the sick heart merry.
If we'd done this my way, ' Garrett went on, 'We'd have been here much earlier.''And drunk, most likely, ' said Maiev.'You say "drunk, " I say "happy", ' Garrett shrugged.
Actually, they fought to fill the emptiness of their lives as they filled their empty glasses. They fought—not because the liquor was in them, but because it did not fill them enough.
I’m only doing one more, ” Ruby said, scrolling through her phone. “Nobody likes a day-drunk hussie.”“Hey, give yourself some credit. You’ll be a really cute day- drunk hussie.
i've had enough of this. if you'll excuse me, i'm going to find a tavern where i can pay an underdressed woman to sit it my lap and look very pleased with me while i drink heavily
Inside my soul a treasure is buried.The key is mine and only mine.How right you are, you drunken monster!I know: the truth is in the wine.("The Unknown Lady")
Usually it's like this: I sit down and drink with the idea of clarifying just where I am going with my life, and then, after a while, I am unable even to stand on my feet
Well, I've kept you waiting long enough, " he said, peering at me from that distance which drinking adds between people and which, at odd turns in the evening, seems closeness itself.
The last thing I remembered was joining the crew in a rendition of “Take to the Sky, ” but the rest of the time blurred after I drank absinthe with the Captain.
The thing I like about Irish whiskey is that the more you drink the smoother it goes down. Of course that's probably true of antifreeze as well, but illusion is nearly all we have.
There is something about gin, the tang in it of the deep wildwood, perhaps, that always makes me think of twilight and mists and dead maidens. Tonight it tinkled in my mouth like secret laughter.
I began drinking because the thought that I was drinking gave me a kind of identity: each time I poured myself a brandy in the deserted afternoon I could say to myself 'I am a woman who drinks.
I knew what Charley would do. He would spend the evening drinking himself into the mindset of a cinder block. If they had given him as much as a hundred bucks, it would be a long night.