Richelle Mead Quotes

The drunken man is a living corpse.

It's always difficult to make conversation with a drunk, and there's no denying it, the sober are at a disadvantage with him.

If drunk were cookies, I'd be Famous Amos

I was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless.

Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

The first time I kissed Brad my knees went weak - I literally lost my breath!

“Bella, I've already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I'm not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can't even walk straight. Besides, friends don't let friends drive drunk,” he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest. “Drunk?” I objected. “You're intoxicated by my very presence.” He was grinning that playful smirk again.

He who is intoxicated with wine will be sober again in the course of the night, but he who is intoxicated by the cupbearer will not recover his senses until the day of judgement.

Having been familiar with "drunk" once or twice myself, that lick just came to me - and yeah, it sounded very drunk, so I presented it to Alice [Cooper]. It felt like he wrote the lyrics in about a minute.

A drunkard is like a whiskey-bottle, all neck and belly and no head.

Alcohol, taken in sufficient quantities, may produce all the effects of drunkenness.

She's half mad and three parts drunk.

"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "Ask a glass of water."

Alcohol is like pouring smiles on your brain.

And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love.

I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?

Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

I was somewhat drunk with what I had done. And I am always one to prefer being sober.

I spot a little stranger standing across the room, my brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room.

Doing a life study while drunk and in the process of being seduced is never a formula for quality art.

No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.

When he smiled, something strange happened to my insides. It was like they turned to liquid.

Then she smiled, and in that instant, if such a thing were possible, Pasquale fell in love, and he would remain in love for the rest of his life--not so much with the woman, whom he didn't even know, but with the moment.