Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk."
"Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.
Stichwörter: drunk howl calcifer sober
It seemed that I performed better sober than drunk. Who knew?
Craig FergusonStichwörter: alcohol acting drunk sober
Just because you're sober, don't think you're a good driver, Cookie.
John IrvingStichwörter: arrogance self-importance drunk driving sober
I never drink while I'm working, but after a few glasses I get ideas that would never have occurred to me dead sober.
Irwin ShawStichwörter: writing drinking paris-review-interview sober irwin-shaw
Sex parties, alcohol and drugs lost their appeal to Sven after a while. Music never did, in his continual search for that sober connection--intimacy with one person over a long period of time, as opposed to periods of intimacy with a bunch of random faces.
Jess C. ScottStichwörter: happiness random spiritual time soul sex drugs connection spirituality sex-appeal party alcohol strangers sobriety soulmates intimacy sober partying incubus
You ask me why I don't speak
Not a word at will
But write so much worth well over a mill'
Well I value words like I value kisses
A sober one, a closer one penetrates the heart
Darling it's how it mends it
Stichwörter: words love poetry kissing writing beauty silence speech poem lyrics sincerity value worth beautiful hearts sober rhyme prudence
We Persians have a saying that one should deliberate serious matters first drunk, then sober.
Mary RenaultStichwörter: drunk sober deliberation
And you know what the worst thing was?
The worst thing was that nobody ever believed how hard we tried.
Stichwörter: poetry poem worst sobriety nobody alchohol alcoholism drunks sober worst-thing believed we-tried
Do not wait and hope to be discovered...make yourself so you cannot be denied!
Jamie McCallStichwörter: self-help spirituality hollywood recovery author veterans sober actress navy how-to aa 12-steps
So they gave me love in form of poison and tiny little pills, programming my emotions, teaching me how to feel. To act correct and talk correct and answer without knowing the question, because that, my dear, is how you get love. Yes that, dear youth, is how you'll be loved. I tried to medicate my own fucked up little mind with chemicals and adrenaline, tasting sweeter every night, shaking louder every time. Sitting wide awake in bed until the world disappears, writing poetry to concentrate on something real while waiting for the love to arrive.
I've been looking for it night after night, waiting patiently for it to show up, maybe somewhere in between the state of awake and asleep, alive and not so alive, sober and not so sober.
(I lost track of the difference somewhere in between.)
Stichwörter: love solitude youth night drunk finding-yourself pills sober lucid-dreaming
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