Marguerite Duras Quotes

If I hadn't been a drunkard, I probably would have committed suicide long ago.

I'm just going to crumble like a wreck. I'll go home, become an alcoholic and maybe! jump of a bridge.

I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed but all I could do was to get drunk again.

Alcohol is an allergy of the body and an obsession of the mind.

My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump off a bridge.

In my lowest moments, the only reason I didn't commit suicide was that I knew I wouldn't be able to drink any more if I was dead.

You can't drown yourself in drink. I've tried, you float.

As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.

Drinking isn't necessarily the same as wanting to die. But you can't drink without thinking you're killing yourself.

I don't have a drink problem. But if that was the case and doctors told me I had to stop, I'd like to think that I would be brave enough to drink myself into the grave.

A man may take to drink because he feels himself to be a failure, but then fail all the more completely because he drinks.

the reward for total abstinence from alcohol seems, illogically enough, to be the capacity for becoming intoxicated without it.

My selective memory of what drinking was like told me that standing at the bar in a pub, on a summer's evening with a long, tall glass of lager and lime was heaven, and I chose not to remember the nights on which I had sat with a bottle of vodka, a gram of coke and a shotgun, contemplating suicide.

Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple.

As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.

The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.

I drink to forget I drink.

The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.

I have a lot of friends who are trying to clean up their act, or that are still making trouble for themselves, so I'm definitely well-versed on what goes on in the mind and the heart of a person who self-destructs as their coping mechanism, and also what they're like when you take their preferred substance away.

I know a man who gave up smoking, drinking, sex, and rich food. He was healthy right up to the day he killed himself.

If I were sufficiently romantic I suppose I'd have killed myself long ago just to make people talk about me. I haven't even got the conviction to make a successful drunkard.

I took a bottle of pills. I'd been in Europe and I had a lot of absinthe and I was just drinking and drinking, trying to, you know, just shut my body down.

One Saturday in 1984, I walked into my first AA meeting. I went regularly for six years and only stopped when I came to realize my underlying problem was not genuine alcoholism, but depression.

If I hadn't become a celebrity, I'd probably be an alcoholic.

First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.