#rink

In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go ↗

— Saira Viola

#drink-tight #music #business

Whenever I drink, I always have one too many. Of course, I only ever drink one.
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— Jarod Kintz

#drinking #change

The problem with the designated driver program, it's not a desirable job, but if you ever get sucked into doing it, have fun with it. At the end of the night, drop them off at the wrong house. ↗

— Jeff Foxworthy

#drinking #humor #life #design

To me, the word wisdom means ancient knowledge. It’s the kind of knowledge you not only see but feel when you look into the eyes of an elephant or stop for a moment to marvel at the deep wrinkles on its skin, both of which I believe contain the truths learned from each intentional step their feet and those of their ancestors have placed upon the earth. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#earth #elephant #eyes #feet #inspiration

Right, what's there possibly to worry about?" she said. "Just some surgery in the garage with a drunk doctor." Little miss," said Doc, pointing a finger at Cass. "I'm drinking. I'm not drunk. There's a difference." He took another sip from his cup. "But in another ten minutes or so, that might change, so you should stop stalling. ↗

— Gregg Rosenblum

#change

You can learn a lot about a woman by getting smashed with her. ↗

— Tom Waits

#drinking

His eyes betrayed a terrible truth about him, that his heart lay still in his chest, dead to the world from a tortuous 'goodbye' that he could never permanently forget. Though there did not exist a drink strong enough to repair such wounds, one did allow him to forget; if only for a night.. And so he drank whiskey. ↗

— Brian Patrick Gleason

#eyes #forgetting #love #lovers #sadness

Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. ↗

— Samuel Jackson

#claret #drink #men #port #men

So he was always in the town at one place or another, drinking, knocking about with the men he knew. It really wearied him. He talked to barmaids, to almost any woman, but there was that dark, strained look in his eyes, as if he were hunting something. Everything seemed so different, so unreal. There seemed no reason why people should go along the street, and houses pile up in the daylight. There seemed no reason why these things should occupy the space, instead of leaving it empty. His friends talked to him: he heard the sounds, and he answered. But why there should be the noise of speech he could not understand. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#drinking #isolation #language #meaninglessness #suicide

Be wary of strong drink, it can make you shoot at the tax collector...and miss. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

#inspirational #inspirational