My life came to a standstill. I could breathe, eat, drink and sleep, and I could not help doing these things; but there was no life, for there were no wishes the fulfilment of which I could consider reasonable. If I desired anything, I knew in advance that whether I satisfied my desire or not, nothing would come of it. Had a fairy come and offered to fulfil my desires I should not have known what to ask. If in moments of intoxication I felt something which, though not a wish, was a habit left by former wishes, in sober moments I knew this to be a delusion and that there was really nothing to wish for. I could not even wish to know the truth, for I guess of what it consisted. The truth was that life is meaningless.

The man who lives within his income, is naturally contented with his situation, which, by continual, though small accumulations, is growing better and better every day. He is enabled gradually to relax, both in the rigour of his parsimony and in the severity of his application; and he feels with double satisfaction this gradual increase of ease and enjoyment, from having felt before the hardship which attended the want of them. He has no anxiety to change so comfortable a situation, and does not go in quest of new enterprises and adventures, which might endanger, but could not well increase, the secure tranquillity which he actually enjoys. If he enters into any new projects or enterprises, they are likely to be well concerted and well prepared. He can never be hurried or drove into them by any necessity, but has always time and leisure to deliberate soberly and coolly concerning what are likely to be their consequences.

I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

"Sober, gainfully employed, and physically secure once again, Kevin began to relax. His confidence slowly returned. For the first time since the onset of his blindness, he let his guard down and a crack in his carefully constructed veneer formed.

Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane.

I just got tired of being sick and tired and feeling down. Unfortunately you don't realize this until you're getting sober but the reason why you're depressed all the time is it's the drugs that are depressing you.

I know that some endeavor to throw the mantle of romance over the subject and treat woman like some ideal existence not liable to the ills of life. Let those deal in fancy who have nothing better to deal in we have to do with sober sad realities with stubborn facts.

Affliction comes to us not to make us sad but sober not to make us sorry but wise.

Getting sober just exploded my life. Now I have a much clearer sense of myself and what I can and can't do. I am more successful than I have ever been. I feel very positive where I never did before and I think that's all a direct result of getting sober.

The sway of alcohol over mankind is unquestionably due to its power to stimulate the mystical faculties of human nature usually crushed to earth by the cold facts and dry criticisms of the sober hour.

I may be drunk Miss but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

Money again has often been a cause of the delusion of the multitudes. Sober nations have all at once become desperate gamblers and risked almost their existence upon the turn of a piece of paper.

A drunkard would not give money to sober people. He said they would only eat it and buy clothes and send their children to school with it.

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.

Sobering up was responsible for breaking up my marriage. That's what it couldn't stand.

I do not deny that I planned sabotage. I did not plan it in a spirit of recklessness nor because I have any love of violence. I planned it as a result of a calm and sober assessment of the political situation that had arisen after many years of tyranny exploitation and oppression of my people by the whites.

My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober he was mostly in his room.

It's funny I actually made poorer decisions when I sobered up then when I was screwed up.

I think everything worked out the way it was supposed to. Mark's happier. I'm sober. There are still phone calls to be made people I need to say something to. But everyone from Creed who I've offended or hurt I ask for their forgiveness.

Succeeding is not really a life experience that does that much good. Failing is a much more sobering and enlightening experience.

My experience with both my parents is that grief has a lot of down sad things but I was also really emotionally raw in the first year after each of them passed. Flowers smelled more intensely my relationships were hotter and I was more willing to risk. I was going for it a lot more. I was 'unsober' and I wasn't playing by my rules.

An aristocratic culture does not advertise its emotions. In its forms of expression it is sober and reserved. Its general attitude is stoic.

I've been sober for two-and-a-half years My children are happy. In August my wife and I will celebrate our fifteenth wedding anniversary. My band is back together with a sold-out tour.

However anyone to whom this happens should not leave his room upon awakening should speak to no-one but remain alone and sober until everything comes back to him and he recalls the dream.