Glug Quotes & Sayings

Whiskey, glass, pour, toss back, glare. Repeat. "Cop out," I slurred in retaliation, pointing the empty glass at Peter.
"Don't get drunk. Fuck. I need you sober," he yelled, snatching the glass out of my hand.
"There's the problem right there. You need me sober. You need my help. You need something from me." I laughed, tossing the bottle on the sofa, ignoring the glug glug glug as it emptied over my cushions. "And I just need you."
"Need me to what?" He asked with a huff, tipping the bottle right-side up.
"Nothing. I just need you," I whispered and flopped into a nearby recliner. — Dani Alexander

Carl just needed to hear the clink of glasses, the glug of a drink being poured. I picked up the phone, shaking a tumbler of ice near the receiver so Carl could imagine his gin. — Gillian Flynn

I think the first picture taken is often the best one. — Carine Roitfeld

I love 'Mean Girls.' I held out on watching it for a long time, but I'm so glad I finally did. Tina Fey is brilliant. — Brant Daugherty

Grief is so human, and it hits everyone at one point or another, at least, in their lives. If you love, you will grieve, and that's just given. — Kay Redfield Jamison

It sounds ideal, a sort of beach childhood. But it wasn't really. I didn't use the beach very much at all. — Miranda Richardson

We do take pleasure in one thing that you probably won't be able to guess. Namely, making friends with nature ... nature is always there at hand to wrap us up, gently: glowing, swaying, bubbling, rustling.
Just by looking at nature, I feel as if I'm being swallowed up into it, and in that moment I get the sensation that my body's now a speck, a speck from long before I was born, a speck that is melting into nature herself. This sensation is so amazing that I forget that I'm a human being, and one with special needs to boot.
Nature calms me down when I'm furious, and laughs with me when I'm happy. You might think that it's not possible that nature could be a friend, not really. But human beings are part of the animal kingdom too, and perhaps us people with autism still have some left-over awareness of this, buried somewhere deep down. I'll always cherish that part of me that thinks of nature as a friend. — Naoki Higashida

Focus on what makes you happy, and do what gives meaning to your life — Barry Schwartz

I stopped rowing for a moment to glug down some water, but it was warm, tasted of plastic, and failed to refresh. I yearned for an ice-cold drink - preferably one with bubbles and alcohol in it. — Roz Savage

And some soon will learn that even an ember in the ashes can still ignite a great blaze. — George R R Martin

Giving feels good. It is a form of healing. Not just for you as an individual, but for everyone. — Jennifer Beals

I wouldn't want them [kids] to raid my liquor cabinet and glug down my bourbon either. — Cheech Marin

I never understood why she didn't marry you."
The king settled further into the seat with a snort. "Maybe the prospect of being driven out of her mind put her off. — Megan Whalen Turner

I loved the way drink made me feel, and I loved it's special power of deflection, it's ability to shift my focus away from my own awareness of self and onto something else, something less painful than my own feelings. I loved the sounds of drink: the slide of a cork as it eased out of a wine bottle, the distinct glug-glug of booze pouring into a glass, the clatter of ice cubes in a tumbler. I loved the rituals, the camaraderie of drinking with others, the warming, melting feeling of ease and courage it gave me. — Caroline Knapp

And she'd fallen in love.
It couldn't be that fast. It couldn't be that simple. It couldn't be.
But it was. She didn't have to have felt it all before to know what tripped and stumbled inside her.
She breathed in, breathed out, took a good glug of wine. — Nora Roberts

Not taking a drink was easy. Just a matter of muscle movement, the simple refusal to put alcohol to my lips. The impossible part was everything else. How could I talk to people? Who would I be? What would intimacy look like, if it weren't coaxed out by the glug-glug of a bottle of wine or a pint of beer? Would I have to join AA? Become one of those frightening 12-step people? How the fuck could I write? My livelihood, my identity, my purpose, my light - all extinguished with the tightening of a screw cap. — Sarah Hepola