Charles Baudelaire Quotes

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

There is some pleasure even in words, when they bring forgetfulness of present miseries.

Beer. Now there's a temporary solution.

He was a wise man who invented beer.

If I can make people forget whatever they're dealing with for an hour and a half, two hours every night, that's nice.

The faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception.

Surrender to alcohol intoxication provides a partial and subjective shortcut to a more correct state of mind.

It would be pleasant to be drunk.

Fill with mingled cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain — Quaintest thoughts — queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

Some people, every now and then, simply had to have One Too Many, go drifty voiced and slouch mouthed, swimming willfully around in their own sadness as if it were hot springs.

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

When I'm wasted, I can almost forget who I am," he said, his smile fading slightly. "I know I'm still there, but only barely. It's a good place to be." He tipped back the thermos, eyes on the dark sea straight ahead

Drunkeness is temporary suicide: the happiness that it brings is merely negative, a momentary cessation of unhappiness.

If getting drunk was how people forgot they were mortal, then hangovers were how they remembered.

Your guess is as good as mine. Better probably, because you haven't had four beers.

You feel real good, Lana. Makes me forget everything else

So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.

Do you dare to accuse wine of clouding the reason? Quote me more marvelous effects than those of wine. Look! when a man drinks, he is rich, everything he touches succeeds, he gains lawsuits, is happy and helps his friends. Come, bring hither quick a flagon of wine, that I may soak my brain and get an ingenious idea.

Books afford the surest relief in the most melancholy moments.

That's the beauty of alcohol. If you don't remember it, it didn't happen.

The important thing is to be drunk.

The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.

If you drink enough beer, everything turns in to a bed.

How well I remember my first encounter with The Devil'ss Brew. I happened to stumble across a case of bourbon - and went right on stumbling for several days thereafter.

One more drink and I'd have been under the host.