Drunk Off The Taste Quotes & Sayings

The old religion is what gets the crops up and keeps your cock hard and makes sure that nobody builds a bloody great motorway through an area of outstanding natural beauty. The Gateway stands, and the hill stands, and the place stands. It's well, well over two thousand years old. You don't go mucking about with anything that powerful. — Neil Gaiman

Maybe I've just read too many novels. In novels, alcoholics are always attractive and fuuny and charming and complex, like Sebastian Flyte or ABe North in Tender in the Night, and they're drinking because of a deep, unquenchable sadness of the soul, or the terrible legacy of the First World War, whereas I just get drunk because I'm thirsty, and I like the taste of lager ... — David Nicholls

Are you that dreadful man with the circus, Fourmyle?" "Sure you are. Smile." "I am, madam. You may touch me." "Why, you actually seem proud. Are you proud of your bad taste?" "The problem today is to have any taste at all." "The problem today is to have any taste at all. I think I'm lucky." "Lucky but dreadfully indecent." "Indecent but not dull." "And dreadful but delightful. Why aren't you cavorting now?" "I'm 'under the influence,' Madam." "Oh dear. Are you drunk? I'm Lady Shrapnel. When will you be sober again?" "I'm under your influence, Lady Shrapnel." "You wicked young man. Charles! Charles, come here and save Fourmyle. I'm ruining him. — Alfred Bester

She's like that first taste of something you can't have - that priceless sip of Macallan poured neat - and no matter how many times you're lucky enough to get just a splash more, it's never enough to get you drunk...
The sip of Macallan that ruins you for all others. — K. Bromberg

Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature. — James Tiptree Jr.

The partisan when he is engaged in a dispute, cares nothing about the rights of the question, but is anxious only to convince his hearers of his own assertions. — Socrates

Don't talk to me like that," she squeaked. "Like what, baby? Talk like a man who appreciates what he sees? A man who remembers how it felt to kiss your full lips? To touch your body? I might have been drunk that night, but I've had years to remember. Years of lonely nights dreaming of your ivory skin against mine. The scent of you. The taste ... — Eve Langlais

More money than the crooks at Enron and less taste than a drunk after a bottle of tequila — Maria Lima

Love is a wine; you have to taste it, you have to drink it, you have to become drunk with it, only then do you know what it is. — Rajneesh

Oh. Sure. It makes perfect sense. Zane is a wolf because his father is an eagle. — C.J. Milbrandt

You intellectuals are always so surprised to discover how fragile your body is. The mind is so robust, so remote. But muscles and bones are as simple as tied-up straw. They unravel and snap. And the more they break, the more the mind shrinks. In the moments before the cascade into death, the great intellect is reduced to a silent kernel. The mind is nothing more than a door into the dark. — Josiah Bancroft

The drink was like water, indeed very like the taste of the draughts they had drunk from the Entwash near the borders of the forest, and yet there was some scent or savour in it which they could not describe: it was faint, but it reminded them of the smell of a distant wood borne from afar by a cool breeze at night. — J.R.R. Tolkien

As a child I was a good boy. Even if I wasn't playing tennis I don't think I'd have done things like smoking or getting drunk. I'm lucky I never liked the taste of alcohol - I know, I'm Scottish so what's wrong with me? - but I never even liked the smell of the stuff. It's the same with smoking, it never appealed to me. I guess I missed out on my Kevin-The-Teenager phase. — Andy Murray

Along with Alec's blood, Simon could taste the metal of fear, the spark of pain, and the eager flame of something else, something he had tasted the first time he had drunk Jace's blood on the filthy metal floor of Valentine's ship. Maybe all Shadowhunters did have a death wish, after all. — Cassandra Clare

Mmmm. Fuck yeah. Syn was so glad to see a glimpse of Furi's controlling side appear that it had him pumping his hips forcefully into the mattress while he pulled Furi's smooth cheeks apart and dove in, eating his hole with all the fierce animalistic lust he felt. "Yeah, Syn. Eat that fuckin' hole," Furi panted, lifting and rubbing his ass against Syn's face. Furi tasted better than the rich dessert they'd just consumed. Full of musk with a hint of his body wash. Syn knew he had to get that tight star to loosen up good so his lover wouldn't experience much discomfort, the same way Furi did for him. Syn didn't want to rush this, he had to calm down, they had all night. He slowed his energetic nipping to slow circles around Furi's pucker before dipping inside for his first deep taste. Furi's flavor was strongest there and it made Syn feel drunk. "Furi. — A.E. Via

That the musical notes and tones become harmonious through the relation of one with another; and that being before and behind give the idea of one following another. — Lao-Tzu

With Jesse, when times are good, they are incredible, but when they are bad, they are unbearable. I feel damned and blessed all at once for having found him. — Jodi Ellen Malpas

known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure — Lena Dowling

You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine. — Karen Quan

Fundamentally leadership is about change and influencing people to change. — Pearl Zhu

Had I known that coffee could taste so good, I would have gotten drunk on it every day. — Rabih Alameddine

But just as it sometimes happens that the most temperate people, who have never acquired the habit of drinking alcohol, or even a taste for it, are tormented by the fear that somehow or other they will one day find themselves drunk, so Isabelle perpetually feared that she might be betrayed into an impulsive act that was destructive to such order as reason had imposed on life. Therefore she was forever running her faculty of analysis over in her mind with the preposterous zeal of an adolescent running a razor over his beardless chin. — Rebecca West

They might in the future more than ever before engage in hunting beavers. — Samuel De Champlain

I'm no drunk," croaked Cosca. "I simply like the taste of wine. So much so that I have to drink some every few hours or become violently ill." He clung to his fork while the room swayed around him, fixed his aching smile while they chuckled away. He hoped they enjoyed their laughter while they could, because Nicomo Cosca always laughed last. Provided he wasn't being sick, of course. — Joe Abercrombie

Mummy was a swine: a scum-cunted, likkered-up, brain-sick swine. She was lazy and slothful and dirty and belligerent and altogether evil. Ma was a soak - a drunk - a piss-eyed hell-bag with a taste for the homebrew. — Nick Cave

If Copenhagen were a person, that person would be generous, beautiful, elderly, but with a flair. A human being that has certain propensities for quarrelling, filled with imagination and with appetite for the new and with respect for the old - somebody who takes good care of things and of people. — Connie Nielsen

We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing
half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could. — Ken Kesey

Dance is something I really enjoy; it gives me a different kind of happiness, something more spiritual. Plus it's good exercise; I'm happy doing it, and it all shows! — Madhuri Dixit

I'm too drunk to taste this chicken — Colonel Sanders

Meditation is a very powerful time and you are very psychic. It is most important to not allow your attention, your mind, to wander. — Frederick Lenz

You've gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won't make you wild. It's fire. Give up, if you don't understand by this time that your living is firewood. — Rumi

The taste of water, the essential, the pure, the necessary, when you are thirsty, first drunk ardently, and then slowly, is the taste of truth itself. — Patricia Storace

You feel like heaven," he whispered against my lips as he palmed my breast brazenly. "And you taste like sin. I'm drunk on you, Rachel. — Ginger Voight