Hangover Quotes

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

“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

“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

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

“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

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

“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

“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, The Private Dining-room and Other Verses

“When Quoyle leaned forward the twin spears of the headache threatened to dislodge his eyes.”
― Annie Proulx, The Shipping News

“Ethanol plus carbon dioxide was like a demon spawn pounding against the frontal lobes of my head from the previous night at the bar.
Somewhere in the city there was a church bell ringing, and—oh, not a bell. That was my phone.
My head pounded and I felt dizzy, like I was spinning in circles on a Tilt-A-Whirl ride. Slowly, I opened an eye to try and find my cell phone. I groaned as I reached for the blue- and-silver-plated device on my nightstand. The spins from al- cohol sucked.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

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

“Book hangovers are more fun than alcohol hangovers. They take you into a completely different world. They don't numb the mind but open it to imagination and different perspectives to the reality. I knew many worlds better than reality and that they existed in books.”
― Namrata Gupta, A Silent Promise

“The Great Carouser by Stewart Stafford

The Great Carouser approaches,
His belly as stacked cheddar rolls,
Used as a springboard for lust,
And a battering ram for tavern doors.

Shrieks of terror and welcome,
Greet his arrival with ale demands,
Tankards clank and merriment begins,
Lewd ditties and jokes by the bar.

Balancing acts on tables,
With tongues held hostage,
By braggadocio squatters,
In an intoxicated stranglehold.

Slurred speech and equilibrium loss,
Signal festivities end for the gang,
Staggering out into the starlit street,
Partners on each arm for shady exertions.

Then waking as if mauled by a bear,
A quick drink and a greasy feast initiated,
For the strange girls snoring in his bed,
The Great Carouser has struck again.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Jean-Rose poured a cup of the tomato and lemon concoction Ruth made for hangovers, gulping it back.”
― Brooke Lea Foster, Summer Darlings

“today, suffering from drawn out hangover, the world ran dry. Bukowski died and one third of the world's winemakers will go broke.”
― Scott C. Holstad, Places

“The hangovers are the price I pay. Each skull-splitting excursion down my personal rabbit hole to hell is a guilt tinged reminder of every little fuckin' thing I've ever done wrong and never made amends for.”
― Dan Johnson, Brea or Tar

“A hangover is the visceral reality of a price being extracted.”
― Anne Gisleson, The Futilitarians: Our Year of Thinking, Drinking, Grieving, and Reading

“Michelle, still drowsy and dreamlike from the night before, flaunted her hangover like a heavy, jewel encrusted crown.”
― Vivian Pham, The Coconut Children

“Is it possible to get hungover from too much online love?”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“The only cure for a headache is a hangover.”
― Clifford Thurlow, Cocaine Confidence

“We've reached that point in the night when we're slinging more drinks than tacos, and the Frankenstein monsters on our menu- which I'd created specifically for the inebriated- are flooding the line. There's the fried egg pork carnitas perfect for a pounding headache, and the barbacoa with bacon and refried beans that soaks up alcohol like a sponge. I watch as one of the waitresses carries out a stack of corn tortillas filled with tripas and potatoes smothered in queso blanco- the holy grail of hangover remedies.”
― Laekan Zea Kemp, Somewhere Between Bitter and Sweet

“there, inside
the round, acidic aspirin dissolving
in your brain — this vital flagrancy emerged:

I’ve not come from nowhere to be nothing”
― Laurie Perez, The Look of Amie Martine

“Gretchen walked by and saw Kendall and another waitress dipping fries in Armando's garlic aioli and shoveling them into their mouths. This was the number-one hangover food for the staff at Sullivan's. The salt fixed everything.”
― Jennifer Close, Marrying the Ketchups

“It's hard to cope when simultaneously drunk and hungover.”
― Lily Chu, The Comeback

“Aftershock by Stewart Stafford

Sitting by myself at the firepit,
The dregs of last night's inferno,
Still charcoal from vibrant flame,
Charred bones of the festivities.

Dropped food and empty bottles,
A littering ring, now seen in light,
The laughs and drunken banter,
Distant echoes that bring smiles.

Head throbs, chill morning breeze,
Take two pills and zip up my jacket,
Post-party blues gripping onto me,
Happiness, revisit on swiftest wings!

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Happiness is waking up without a hangover.”
― Jack Freestone

“It shows that the hangover is a chance for men and women of any background to bond, a universal language that has survived the test of time like a relic.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“Ethanol plus carbon dioxide was like a demon spawn pounding against the frontal lobes of my head from the previous night at the bar.
Somewhere in the city there was a church bell ringing, and—oh, not a bell. That was my phone.
My head pounded and I felt dizzy, like I was spinning in circles on a Tilt-A-Whirl ride. Slowly, I opened an eye to try and find my cell phone. I groaned as I reached for the blue- and-silver-plated device on my nightstand. The spins from alcohol sucked.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“A real hangover is nothing to try out family remedies on. The only cure for a real hangover is death.”
― Robert Benchley, My Ten Years in a Quandary and How They Grew

“They dozed off into dreamless oblivion for what seemed like an eternity but was, in fact, hours, and awoke hungover, unable to look into...”
― Mysticaldivine/Faiqa