Bottles Quotes

“Emotional predictive profiling may help identify contingent fissures in the stature of endangered relationships. Still and all, it might be wise to let the genie out of problematic bottles in the first place, in advance of scouting the causes of surreptitious subliminal convulsions. ("Beware of the neighbor")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I smiled with tears in my eyes because it was beautiful and so god damn sad and I did not know how to be one of those without the other.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

“I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work and it's money and I've written more lists than songs lately. I stay up all night to do all these things I need to do, be all these things I want to be, playing with shadows in the darkness that shouldn't be able to exist. Empty bottles and cigarettes while watching the sunrise, why do I complain? I have it all, everything I ever asked for.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“It was Sunday, and Mumma had gone next door with Lena and the little ones. Under the pepper tree in the yard Pa was sorting, counting, the empty bottles he would sell back: the bottles going clink clink as Pa stuck them in the sack. The fowls were fluffing in the dust and sun: that crook-neck white pullet Mumma said she would hit on the head if only she had the courage to; but she hadn't.”
― Patrick White, The Vivisector

“A garden of soda bottles filled with water grew by his feet.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, All the Crooked Saints

“Your water is in the bottles, and my water is in the bucket, but we are brothers?
I am collecting garbage, and you are in the bed, but we are sisters?
My fingers are broken, and your hands are so soft, but we are family?
Your God is like an angel, and my God is like an evil, but we are equal?
My stomach is empty, and your stomach is so big, but we are humans?”
― M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS

“There is a bottle tree in Cross City, FL. Covered in locally bottled items. Seems Dixie County had a soda in the day. Ghosts keeping the ghosts away.”
― Damon Thomas, Some Books Are Not For Sale

“I retain
Those small
Elements
In bottles –
And the bottle caps
Are just the trail
With no clear
Beginning”
― Hanna Abi Akl, Vitality

“Plastic bottles of Gatorade were given free to very high altitude workers on Mauna Kea and they were advised to drink it while on the summit.”
― Steven Magee

“It was common to drink from plastic bottles and cans in high altitude astronomy.”
― Steven Magee

“Empty plastic water bottles at near seal level would become pressurized by the time we reached the very high altitude summit of Mauna Kea and empty plastic water bottles at the summit would become crushed by the time we were near sea level.”
― Steven Magee

“An alcoholic is dependent on alcohol. Alcohol is dependent on the bottle.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“To truly quit alcohol, you must first gather all your empty bottles, arrange them in a perfect pyramid under a full moon, and whisper 'I release you' three times. The moon, being a celestial sponge, then absorbs all residual craving, leaving you refreshed.”
― Unknown

“Alma focused. She went behind the tall wood-carved bar and straightened the tequila bottles. She loved the colors and designs of the containers--- brightly colored, some were even hand-painted. Her favorite bottle was a white ceramic one painted with intricate blue leaves. The shape of the bottle resembled the curves of a woman, and the liquor itself was just as robust, just as refined--- truly the intersection of quality and art.
She signaled her bar manager, Lupe, to turn the music on, to which Lupe quickly obliged. The melodic sounds of one of her favorite Spanish ballads filled the air; the singer's deep baritone voice almost as intoxicating as the liquor in the place.
Almost.
A waft from the kitchen danced through her nostrils. Though this was a tequila bar, Mezcalifornia was known for its happy hour. They served mostly the usual fare that you would expect--- small carnitas street tacos, fresh-charred corn dressed with a tangy garlic sauce and garnished with cotija cheese, mini ahi tostadas, and of course, guacamole. She hadn't wanted a typical sit-down restaurant with gourmet food and a wine list. Been there, done that.
No. She wanted a vibe. A destination. An experience.”
― Alana Albertson, My Fair Señor