One sip of this wine and you will go mad with drunkenness. You will drop your masks and tear your clothes — destroying everything that separates you from the Lover. Once you taste the fruit of this vine, you will be kicked out of the city of yourself. You will forget the world. You will forget yourself. I tell you: you will become a madman who wanders the streets looking for the Lover once you drink this Wine of Love.

It is wonderful, this whole business of tickling and kissing God every night.

There are many standards to measure if a person was successful including did they fill a niche role in society, invent something useful, attain professional distinction, or achieve great wealth. A person might also judge someone a success in life if they laughed frequently, were kind to children and animals, and were truthful, loved by their family, and respected by their friends.

There are better people in the world, do not let the worst do the worst to you, you deserve the best in life.

This is a day of celebration!Today, we are divorcing the pastand marrying the present.Dance,and you will find Godin every room.Today, we are divorcing resentmentand marrying forgiveness.Sing,and God will find you in every tune.Today, we are divorcing indifferenceand marrying love.Drink, and play that tambourine against your thighs.We have so much celebrating to do!

You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin – to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours – closer than you yourself keep it. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the ring. We are horribly afraid–but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.

What's in a life without Camaraderie? For setting sail on a ship with a band of merry brothers by your side is much more gratifying than drifting aimlessly on a boat lost alone at sea.

How freeing of a thought: instead of worrying about leaving a legacy, to leave no trace of one's existence. How liberating indeed!

We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else’s opinion that we do not look happy.

Some people wish they were as happy as or happy like some people think they are.

Be merry, because it confuses your enemies; happy, because it annoys them; cheerful, because it angers them; and joyful, because it kills them.

We exist only to exist.

If today is not your day, then be happy for this day shall never return. And if today is your day, then be happy now for this day shall never return.

Merry Heart And Joy Is To Maintain Your Well Being

Happiness is the most magical thing in this world the amount of which remains the same, even after distributing it amongst innumerable unhappy people.

I wish Merry was here," he heard himself saying, and quick thoughts raced through his mind, even as he watched the enemy come charging to the assault. "Well, well, now at any rate I understand poor Denethor a little better. We might die together, Merry and I, and since die we must, why not? Well, as he is not here, I hope he'll find an easier end. But now I must do my best.

It may take us years and years to find our true calling in life. But one fine day, we eventually do find it! Till then make merry, laugh, fight, dance and enjoy the craziness...

It is wonderful, awesome and merrywise to see satan lose the battle to us in fear and panic and shame! Our victory is in Christ Jesus!

At a night like this, where it's just me and the yellow moon,I feel complete.

She wasn't any bigger than a minute and had hair like wild gold, and she was always merry as a marriage bell.

A clear vision makes the soul merry

Slowly the lights of the torches in front of Merry flicked and went out, and he was walking in a darkness; and he thought: ‘This is a tunnel leading to a tomb; there we shall stay forever.’ But suddenly into his dream there fell a living voice. ‘Well, Merry! Thank goodness I have found you!’ He looked up and the mist before his eyes cleared a little. There was Pippin! They were face to face in a narrow lane, but for themselves it was empty. He rubbed his eyes. ‘Where is the king?’ He said. ‘And Eowyn?’ Then he stumbled and sat down on a doorstep and began to weep again. ‘They must have gone up into the Citadel,’ said Pippin. ‘I think you must have fallen asleep on your feet and taken the wrong turning. When we found out you were not with them, Gandalf sent me to look for you. Poor old Merry! How glad I am to see you again! But you are worn out, and I won’t bother you with any talk. But tell me, are you hurt, or wounded?’ ‘No,’ said Merry. ‘Well, no, I don’t think so. But I can’t use my right arm, Pippin, not since I stabbed him. And my sword burned away like a piece of wood.’ Pippin’s face was anxious. ‘Well, you had better come with me as quick as you can,’ he said. ‘I wish I could carry you. You aren’t fit to walk any further. They shouldn’t have let you walk at all; but you must forgive them. So many dreadful things have happened in the City, Merry, that one poor hobbit coming in from battle is easily overlooked.’ ‘It’s not always a misfortune being overlooked,’ said Merry. ‘I was overlooked just now by—no, no, I can’t speak of it. Help me, Pippin! It’s all going dark again, and my arm is so cold.’ ‘Lean on me, Merry lad!” said Pippin. ‘Come now. Foot by foot. It’s not far.’ ‘Are you going to bury me?’ said Merry. ‘No, indeed!’ said Pippin, trying to sound cheerful, though his heart was wrung with fear and pity. ‘No, we are going to the Houses of Healing.

He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire.

And there you go again, that tone in your voice, never a word out of place, but your tone says clearly, 'You are a fucking psycho bitch and I hate you.

I envy people who drink - at least they know what to blame everything on.

I knew I was drunk. I felt sophisticated and couldn't pronounce it.

They say hot dogs can kill you. How do you know it's not the bun?

Enjoy life. Think of all the women who passed up dessert on the Titanic.

According to my doctor it's okay to drink like a fish - as long as I drink what the fish drinks.

I'd hate to be a teetotaler. Imagine getting up in the morning and knowing that's as good as you're going to feel all day.

Everybody should believe in something I believe I'll have another drink.

Let's get out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini.

You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.

Some people make spectacles of themselves with a couple of glasses.

Most people hate the taste of beer to begin with. It is however a prejudice that many people have been able to overcome.

Let us eat and drink: for tomorrow we diet.

For him any wine dated before four o'clock in the afternoon is vintage.

I'm not much of a drinker. It only takes me one drink to get drunk . . . my fourth.

There is nothing wrong with sobriety in moderation.

You can tell German wine from vinegar ... by the label.

Let's toast a real wine expert - someone who knows a good rose goes best with bologna sandwiches.

I have made it a rule never to smoke more than one cigar at a time.

I've noticed the customers in health food stores. They are pale skinny people who usually look half dead. In a steak house you see robust ruddy people. They're dying of course but they look terrific.

I'm a one-drink woman two at the most three I'm under the table four I'm under the host.

Is life worth living? That depends on the liver.

I find the more I drink the more interesting others become.

I always keep a supply of stimulant handy in case I see a snake - which I also keep handy.

I know lots more old drunks than old doctors.

An alcoholic has been lightly defined as a man who drinks more than his own doctor.

He who laughs lasts.

I exercise self-control and never touch any beverage stronger than gin before breakfast.

It was a woman who drove me to drink - and you know I never even thanked her.

Once during Prohibition I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.

I started smoking to lose weight. After I dropped that lung I felt pretty good.

I've never been drunk but often I've been overserved.