Liquor Quotes

“Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“This is a good place," he said.
"There's a lot of liquor," I agreed.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

“Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.”
― Ogden Nash, Hard Lines

“They're professionals at this in Russia, so no matter how many Jell-O shots or Jager shooters you might have downed at college mixers, no matter how good a drinker you might think you are, don't forget that the Russians - any Russian - can drink you under the table.”
― Anthony Bourdain, A Cook's Tour: Global Adventures in Extreme Cuisines

“There was a tacit understanding between them that 'liquor helped'; growing more miserable with every glass one hoped for the moment of relief.”
― Graham Greene, The Heart of the Matter

“You are aware that the sale of liquore is currently against the law." Edgar went on, "but I suppose that is why you enjoy it."
"Everyone should have a hobby or two," Magnus said. "Mine just happen to include illegal trade, drinking and carousing. I've heard of worse."
"We tend not to have time for hobbies."
Shadowhunters. Always better than you.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Rise of the Hotel Dumort

“Liquor is the kiss of the angels as well as the curse of the devil. It can conceal but also can reveal”
― Thrity Umrigar, The Space Between Us

“Cheap liquor is a magic potion that can turn you into a puppet cowboy before it kills you.”
― Patton Oswalt, Zombie Spaceship Wasteland

“Here, drink your liqueur," Henry said, tossing back her drink. "I carry it with me everywhere because it's the only kind of drink that Leo doesn't like, so there's a chance I'll still have some tomorrow.”
― Eloisa James, A Kiss at Midnight

“Against inebriation – and for drunkenness! Burn down the liquor stores, and replace them with playgrounds!”
― Crimethinc, Anarchy and Alcohol

“There was plenty of liquor flowing, but most of it seemed to be going down my mother's throat.”
― Richard Yates, The Collected Stories

“He had, he verily believed, overcome all tendency to fly to liquor - which, indeed, he had never done from taste, but merely as an escape from intolerable misery of the mind.”
― Thomas Hardy

“This drink is an Elixandria. It's named after our sun, that's why it's this nice orange color. The brown liquid on top is dark rum, and we pour it over to represent a setting sun. Little bit of rum? 'Dawn'. Little more rum? 'Dusk'. You looking to get drunk? 'Dark'.”
― Mandy Ashcraft, Small Orange Fruit

“OH DAMN LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE IS HAVING A PARTY. TIME TO TRANSFER THE ENTIRE LIQUOR CONTENT OF THAT PARTY INTO MY BODY.”
― Cory O'Brien, Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes: A No-Bullshit Guide to World Mythology

“Only a driver and a drunken needs to be slow and steady not a driven and the liquor”
― Sir P.S. Jagadeesh Kumar

“நகரத்தை, நரகமாக்குவது மதுவே.”
― Dr Sivakumar Gowder

“இன்று மது அருந்தும் பலசாலி; நாளை மருந்து அருந்தும் நோயாளி.”
― Dr Sivakumar Gowder

“அழகு மனைவியை அழவைப்பது மது.”
― Dr Sivakumar Gowder

“அன்புத்தாயை துன்பத்தில் தள்ளுவது மது.”
― Dr Sivakumar Gowder

“தாங்கும் தந்தையை ஏங்க வைப்பது மது.”
― Dr Sivakumar Gowder

“மதுவால் வாழ்ந்தோர் குறைவு; வீழ்ந்தோர் நிறைவு.”
― Dr Sivakumar Gowder

“மது அருந்தும் மனிதர்க்கு மனதில் வீரமும் இல்லை; நெஞ்சில் ஈரமும் இல்லை.”
― Dr Sivakumar Gowder

“You get yourself a good peach brandy from the liquor store. Pour yourself a jigger full and mix it with some raw honey from Mason's Market. He has the local honey with all the wonderful antibiotic properties still in it." She made a face. "Not that cheap industrial stuff. It'll cure that cough in no time. Help you sleep too." She winked at Betsy.
"Glenda's right. We use cinnamon whiskey and honey. Works like a charm every time." Miss Susie smiled. Her face lit up in that warm, loving, grandmotherly way.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Battered Bride

“If God hates liquor, how's come Jesus's very first miracle was turning water into the finest wine anybody ever drank?"

"I don't know, sir..."

"I'll tell you why," Junior said. "It's 'cause God don't got any damn problem with liquor.”
― Allie Ray, Children of Promise

“Pintman Paddy Losty.
Some of Dublin's great pintmen have been known to put away thirty pints or more in a day”
― Kevin C. Kearns, Dublin Pub Life and Lore: An Oral History

“The sugar, caffeine, stars outside—and Winona's across from me, our knees touching under the table—loosened my tongue better than liquor would.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, The Road to Vent Haven

“[...] Another groggy patron wrote, about a night of clubbing: the bartender 'brought me some Benedictine and the bottle was right. But the liqueur was curious -- transparent at the top of the glass, yellowish in the middle and brown at the base . . . Oh, what dreams seemed to result from drinking it . . . That is the bane of speakeasy life. You ring up your friend the next morning to find out whether he is still alive.”
― Deborah Blum, The Poisoner's Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York

“There’s a unique clarity that the fog of alcohol conveys; a spiritual plane that can only be reached through substance, as the body, which it numbs, creates interference to the more, unable to process what’s here and now.”
― Scott Thompson, Lost in ‘96

“The jar quickly drained between them, with Kimmie drinking most of it, until only the soaked flower lay at the bottom. Kimmie reached in with her fingers and brought it to Lee's face with mischief glistering in her eyes. She tickled the tip of her nose and trailed it down. Without thinking, Lee closed her eyes and parted her lips. She felt it fill her mouth like a soft spider. The petals were jellied and lush as she bit softly and chewed.
The taste was an overwhelming version of the liquor itself. A phantasm of undiluted shifting flavors: honey, leaves, bubblegum, ash, blood. When she finally swallowed, she lay back on the ground with the force of it.
Her skin tingled like something was coming up through her pores. Thin roots sprouted from every inch of skin that touched the grass: the back of her head, her shoulder blades, her thighs. They probed into the dirt and snaked their way down, farther into the earth, branching and spreading below her. She could feel the roots glowing. An electricity crackled through her, and she knew it was the power of the land. They were connected.
She sensed the groundwater flowing below as it fed the wells of the houses tucked into the mountains. When she focused on the water itself, she could access the memories it held, of every living thing that ever made a home on this land. A dinosaur lapping from a creek with its long tongue. A prehistoric woman peering down into its reflective surface and seeing herself staring back.
She could sense the coal, the natural gas, the zinc, the marble, nestled like treasure deep within the clay and stone.”
― Alli Dyer, Strange Folk

“She knew of a flower that grew in the clearing where she performed her rituals. It was the darkest green, so dark that it appeared black to most. She'd never seen it anywhere else, nor could she ever identify it using her numerous botany books. Her grandmother believed it grew out of the ashes of their words and intentions, that their work seeded and fertilized the blooms. If anything could offer transcendence in digestible form, it would be this.”
― Alli Dyer, Strange Folk