Rum Quotes

“Lord Cutler Beckett: [Jack is about to light a cannon that's pointed at the mast] You're mad.

Jack Sparrow: Thank goodness for that, 'cause if I wasn't this would probably never work.

[fires the cannon, which catapults him onto his ship, landing safely on his feet behind his crew]

Jack Sparrow: And that was without even a single drop of rum.”
― Captain Jack Sparrow

“Jack Sparrow: [empties bottle of rum] Why is the rum always gone? [stands up and staggers drunkenly] Oh... that's why.”
― Captain Jack Sparrow

“Only, in Haiti, I realized, is it possible to drink rum and haggle with a god.”
― Wade Davis, The Serpent and the Rainbow: A Harvard Scientist's Astonishing Journey into the Secret Societies of Haitian Voodoo, Zombis, and Magic

“Rum is tonic that clarifies the vision,
and sets things in true perspective.”
― Brian D'Ambrosio, Fresh Oil and Loose Gravel: Road Poetry by Brian D'Ambrosio 1998-2008

“John Adams, by then one of the country's founding fathers, wrote to a friend: "I know not why we should blush to confess that molasses was an essential ingredient in American independence. Many great events have proceeded from much smaller causes.”
― Tom Standage, A History of the World in 6 Glasses

“There was a sound in their voices which suggested rum.”
― Robert Louis Sevenson

“Lorraine insisted on cooking us something to eat, so while she got on with that we found an old cement bucket and made a big bowl of punch.
Blackbeard the pirate used to drink rum and gunpowder, as did most of his men, so we figured a little bit of cement in the punch wouldn’t hurt us. Probably take some of the sweetness away.”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“If only every workday could be spent in the sunshine with pineapples full of rum. She'd get very little work done, but she'd be in an excellent mood.”
― Jasmine Guillory, Party of Two

“Have rum; I mean, have fun. Don't overdose. Cheers.”
― Vikrmn, You By You

“I miss being in Barbados in December,
That is a time I always remember,
The smell of varnish on the wooden floors,
And the smell of paint on the wooden doors
The crowds in de Supermarket,
Buying up the rum,
And the music blasting
Puh rup a pum pum”
― Charmaine J Forde

“Don't worry about negative temperatures because minus times minus equals plus. If you are not very good at Maths, then put some rum in the tea.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“p. 39 Rum, in fact, was the unspoken demon in most negotiations and failed treaties with the Delaware nation. That evil influence has been largely expunged from histories. Access to rum, or its prohibition, assured or canceled oaths and pacts no sooner than they were sworn.”
― Daniel Mark Epstein, The Loyal Son: The War in Ben Franklin's House

“Ändå jämrade sig minnet och sade: Riv inte, det är mina hus. Ni får inte slakta Klara! Varför inte, frågade då förnuftet, och minnet svarade: Därför att det är i denna del av världen som du har upplevt de klarvaknaste och mest spännande timmarna i ditt liv. Därför att alla dessa Klaras hus varit kulisser åt dina drömmar, bakgrunder till dina vandringar, vittnen till dina konspirationer.”
― Stig Dagerman, Notre besoin de consolation est impossible à rassasier

“With the taste of rum in my mouth and the sting of remembrance in my heart, I set my sights on the man who killed my family.”
― Kelsey Sutton, Where Silence Gathers

“Best ideas come while sipping rum”
― Pavol Kazimir

“This drink is an Elixandria. It's named after our sun, that's why it's this nice orange color. The brown liquid on top is dark rum, and we pour it over to represent a setting sun. Little bit of rum? 'Dawn'. Little more rum? 'Dusk'. You looking to get drunk? 'Dark'.”
― Mandy Ashcraft, Small Orange Fruit

“Bacardi Limited was started in Santiago de Cuba by Facundo Bacardí Massó, a wine merchant. Having immigrated to Cuba from Spain in 1830, he refined the method of making a quality rum, which until then was considered an inferior drink compared to grain whiskey. Filtering the rum through charcoal gave it a smoother taste and made it the drink of choice in the island nation. One hundred years later, the company headquarters moved into an art deco building in Havana. Other than drinking it straight, the favorite way of drinking rum was with Coca-Cola, which is now called a “Cuba Libre.” At the time I was there, the midshipmen bought cases of rum for very little money and brought them back to the ship without anyone objecting. The Navy also routinely flew to Cuba, and brought airplane loads of Bacardi Rum back to Pensacola, on what were called “Rum Runs.” This was not considered smuggling, but rather was thought of as “routine multi-engine training flights for U.S. Navy SNB-5 pilots.”
― Captain Hank Bracker, "Salty & Saucy Maine"

“Lo zucchero, originario della Polinesia, era stato introdotto in Europa dagli arabi, portato nelle Americhe da Colombo, e coltivato da schiavi africani. Il rum distillato dai suoi residui veniva consumato sia dai coloni europei, sia dai loro schiavi nel Nuovo Mondo. Era una bevanda che doveva la sua esistenza alle imprese dei bucanieri nell’Era delle esplorazioni; ma non sarebbe esistito senza la crudeltà della tratta degli schiavi, che gli europei deliberatamente finsero di non vedere molto a lungo. Il rum era la manifestazione liquida del trionfo e dell’oppressione della prima epoca della globalizzazione.”
― Tom Standage, A History of the World in 6 Glasses

“Irish Whiskey. Not Jameson. Not Teeling. Sexton. Strong and toasty, honeyed fruit stinging his nose. Sweet sponge cake. Soft, so soft, sopping with booze, oozing into his throat. Coconut Cruzan. Flavored Dominican rum, the scent of an island breeze. Beeswax, from a birthday candle, crackling between his teeth.
He'd know that rum cake anywhere. Warm and heady, half-Irish, half-Dominican, with the promise of a good time. Just like the man himself.
In all the time they'd lived together, Frankie had never had a sweet tooth--- preferred heat and spice, salt to sugar--- but whenever he went home to his mama's, he'd come back with a Tupperware of this. It was what she made every birthday, every holiday, every time her baby visited. It was the stuff of Frankie's childhood memories, the magic of his sweetest moments baked into a bundt and soused with sweet booze--- a shot of Cruzan for his 'lita, his mama's mama; a shot of Sexton for his grandmam--- and served to him in increasingly large slices as he aged up and learned to hold his liquor.
Kostya could almost see him, coming through the door with the container swinging in a plastic bag, digging a spoon out of the drawer, leaning over the kitchen counter to shovel it into his mouth, no plate, no chair, just a look of ecstatic nostalgia on his face.
Y'all can have the foie and lobster, he once said, scooping crumbs into his mouth. This is my death row wish. Want a bite?”
― Daria Lavelle, Aftertaste

“I CAN'T RUN
I CAN'T HIDE
FROM YOUR LOVE

_wasiman waz”
― WAZ