Quotes About Hangover

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Kingsley Amis
“Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.”
Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim

C.S. Pacat
“Laurent entered, an edge to his grace, like a leopard with a headache.”
C.S. Pacat, Kings Rising

Alice Clayton
“Well, I drank enough to sustain a small Spanish village, I haven't had an orgasm in a thousand years, and I will probably die old and alone in a beautifully designed apartment with all of Clive's illegitimate children swarming around me...How do you think I feel?”
Alice Clayton, Wallbanger

Oscar Wilde
“The sky was pure opal now.”
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Bruce Robinson
“We are indeed drifting into the arena of the unwell.”
Bruce Robinson, Withnail and I: the Original Screenplay

Charlotte Eriksson
“6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
another vagabond
lost to love.”
Charlotte Eriksson

Ogden Nash
“How do I feel today? I feel as unfit as an unfiddle,
And it is the result of a certain turbulence in the mind and an uncertain burbulence in the middle.
What was it, anyway, that angry thing that flew at me?
I am unused to banshees crying Boo at me.
Your wife can’t be a banshee—
Or can she?”
Ogden Nash, Private Dining-room and Other New Verses

John Dickson Carr
“Alan Campbell opened one eye.

From somewhere in remote distances, muffled beyond sight or sound, his soul crawled back painfully, through subterranean corridors, up into his body again. Toward the last it moved to a cacophony of hammers and lights.

Then he was awake.

The first eye was bad enough. But, when he opened his second eye, such as rush of anguish flowed through his brain that he hastily closed them again.”
John Dickson Carr, The Case of the Constant Suicides

Susan Fanetti
“Her head felt like elephants were doing the merengue on her cerebellum.”
Susan Fanetti, Move the Sun

Kingsley Amis
“A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.”
Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim

Malcolm Lowry
“The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as though the creatures were attached by sensitive wires to his nerves.”
Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano

Liz Jensen
“Hangovers are a vivid form of vengeance. Last night my apartment became the venue for a small, introverted chardonnay festival. A melancholy choir of Bulgarians provided the entertainment, via a set of headphones that ended up irredeemably tangled beneath the bed. Part of me just watched. The other part was in charge.”
Liz Jensen, The Rapture

Kyril Bonfiglioli
“I very carefully levered up an eyelid and shut it again fast. A merciless sunbeam had squirted straight in, making my brain bleed.”
Kyril Bonfiglioli

Joanne McClean
“What the fuck is going on Lor? What the hell did you do last night? What did you say to Kacey? Who the hell is Blue Eyes and why is my car spray-painted with the word ‘asshole’?”

Spray-paint? Oh dear God, what have I done?”
Joanne McClean, Blue Eyes and Sweet Peach Pie

“Curse you, cheap beer. Must find miso in tiny packet.”

Monica Dickens
“The lovely effects of champagne were quite gone and only the nasty ones were left; the taste in the mouth, the splitting ache in the brow and the impotence of not being able to clarify one's thoughts.”
Monica Dickens, Mariana

Joanne McClean
“How are you feeling Sweet Peach?” he enquires as he walks across to the chest of drawers, selects a pair of socks and pulls them on.

Sweet Peach? What the hell?
He’s definitely gay …

I shrug. “Er … okay, I guess. I really don’t remember much though. How did I get here … and why am I wearing your t-shirt?” I ask hesitantly, afraid of the answer.
Hagen laughs nervously. “I brought you home when you couldn’t tell me where you lived. And don’t worry, you got changed all by yourself … in the kitchen … for like an hour.”
Joanne McClean, Blue Eyes and Sweet Peach Pie

Joanne McClean
“I awake to hear a shower running and quickly stifle a groan.
Oh God, my head hurts!
How much did I have to drink last night?
I slowly prise open one eye and quickly close it again, the light hurts my delicate hung-over state too much.
I sigh heavily and try to recall what exactly happened last night.”
Joanne McClean, Blue Eyes and Sweet Peach Pie

Mike Mehalek
“A phantom fish, half beaten to death, wriggled in my stomach.”
Mike Mehalek, Only Human

“foggy hangover....fending off sloth and torpor....the battle within!!!!!”
Mukesh Kwatra

Venedikt Erofeev
“О! Узнаю! Узнаю! Это опять они!
«Ангелы господни! Это вы опять?»
— Ну, конечно, мы, — и опять так ласково!..
«А знаете что, ангелы?» — спросил я, тоже тихо-тихо.
— Что? — ответили ангелы.
«Тяжело мне…»
— Да мы знаем, что тяжело, — пропели ангелы. — а ты походи, походи, легче будет. А через полчаса магазин откроется: водка там с девяти, правда, а красненького сразу дадут…
— Красненького, — нараспев повторили ангелы господни.
— Холодненького, конечно…
О, как я стал взволнован!..
«Вы говорите: походи, походи, легче будет. Да ведь и ходить-то не хочется. Вы же сами знаете, каково в моем состоянии ходить!..»
Помолчали на это ангелы. А потом опять запели:
— А ты вот чего: ты зайди в ресторан вокзальный. Там вчера вечером херес был. Не могли же выпить за вечер весь херес!..
«Да, да, да. Я пойду. Я сейчас пойду, узнаю. Спасибо вам, ангелы…»
И они так тихо-тихо пропели:
— На здоровье, Веня…
А потом так ласково-ласково:
— Не стоит…
Какие они милые!.. Ну что ж… Идти так идти.(В. Ерофеев, "Москва-Петушки")”
Venedikt Erofeev, Moscow to the End of the Line

Robert  Black
“That drinking thing, the night before an early morning start, I actually think it helps the productivity in some ways (as long as it's not spirits) it gives you that I don't give a fuck attitude, more relaxed, I'm getting away with it after all, I had a life last night, and now I may be hungover, but I had that secret world that you didn't have, and that you tried to take away from me, want to take away from me. But I still got that beer buzz. And I'll do it again, tomorrow night too. I'll never surrender. And when I'm working, I'll be thinking about it. Those moments of mine, truly mine, that you can never have or take away from me.”
Robert Black

“Thanks liver... you are a champ!”
Siddhant R. Shinde

“Having rebound sex to cure a heartbreak is like drinking alcohol to cure a hangover.”
Khang Kijarro Nguyen

Robert  Black
“If I only drink beer, nothing stronger, then by the end of the night I can generally recognize myself as a reasonable human being, and more importantly, wake up that way.”
Robert Black

Jack Higgins
“The world was a bad joke dreamed up by the Almighty on an off-day. I've always felt myself that he probably had a hangover that morning.”
Jack Higgins

Adelheid Manefeldt
“Sam groaned. A warmth on her face alerted her to the new morning. She opened one eye and peered at the fuzzy daylight streaming in through the window. Her head throbbed like a bitch. Her mouth felt like a carpet. She pushed herself off the couch and stood up shakily, kicking bottles as she stumbled to her small kitchen. Every movement was painful and slow. She was a sloth tight-roping through time. She held onto the basin for a moment to steady herself. She grabbed a plastic cup and opened the tap, letting it flow as she filled and refilled it, gulping down as much water as she could. She splashed her face, neck and chest with water, then refilled the cup and dumped the contents over her head. She stood there, unaware of the moments passing by, as the water dripped down her body. Willing herself to wake up and feel better. Willing the nausea into oblivion.”
Adelheid Manefeldt, Consequence

Wilbur Smith
“The tranquilizers he had been given had worn off, leaving him with a drug hangover and a bitter grudge against the entire world.”
Wilbur Smith, The Leopard Hunts in Darkness

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