Addiction Quotes
Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight: Blind moths against the wires of window screens. Anything. Anything for a fix of light. X. J. Kennedy, "Street Moths, " The Lords of Misrule
He was a black hole to anyone who might imagine that he or she was a friend of his.
Addiction is pretty simple. It's what happens when peolme don't get what they need, and end up soothing themselves.
Only he who is free with his time is free with his opinion.
I wanted it for how it made me feel, regardless of how little it cared for me. Do whatever you want -- just give me the bliss.
I used to condemn junkies, like they could get off the stuff if they really wanted to, and that is just as stupid as saying, "You could grow eyes in the back of your head if you really wanted to.
A chatWith the Grim Reapershould be enough to scareaway any thought of relapse.Wish it were that easy, but not even days conversingwith death can disintegratethe claws of addiction.
Bodies need poison. Withdrawals without it. Toxin-free airs a killer.
It hurts so bad that I cannot save him, protect him, keep him out of harm's way, shield him from pain. What good are fathers if not for these things?
When speculators have once entered Wall Street, they never leave it except in a pine box or a rosewood case, according to circumstances.
I had two speeds, which often varied with my blood alcohol level: fine with whatever, and never, ever satisfied. Where was the balance between these two?
It wasn't fair that my friends could stay at Captain Morgan's pirate ship party while I was drop-kicked into a basement with homeless people chanting the Serenity Prayer.
Temptation can sway even the purest mind to sin, and the denialist to claim that tomorrow will bring change. However, the irrefutable truth is—tomorrow, my friend, never comes.
And when a man that old takes up money-hunting, it's like when he takes up gambling or whisky or women. He aint going to have time to quit.
I had this great idea: I should get a job. Freelancing came with freedom, but maybe what I required was a cage.
Idolatry is always subject to the law of diminishing returns.
As often is the case with addictions, the fanciful notion of a gradual discontinuance only provided a comforting pretext for more sustained indulgence.
A selfie is a proof that either we are very lonely or too self absorbed to ask others to take our picture.
Dependence on drugs is not a disease, it is not a virus, it is not something that stalks only the dregs of society. Drug addiction is REALIZED EMOTIONAL DEFICIENCY SYNDROME.
Most people are dependent on legal drugs but this is somehow not an obstacle to seeing an enemy in every underground addict.
For him (LBJ) food was not an indulgence but and intoxicant, an object he reached for to fill a gaping void, one he could never fill up.
Books are worse than wine, I say. You read one and you need another - there's no end to it. What ails you that you cannot content yourself with just living on under the sun?
Denial makes it easier to keep an addiction progressing smoothly along and, being a lie, it’s just better form.
The battle for self-control over an intense undesired habit consists of an endless series of skirmishes, in which our urges and our better angels clash several times each day.
With addiction, a client’s fears can be ripened into some very pleasing fruit: Irritability, suspiciousness, isolation, paranoia, and finally on to that grand banana —the fear of Fear itself.
If we must tempt to Pleasure, how do we tempt to the least amount of Pleasure? Or better yet, tempt them to its opposite? But how to tempt them to pain.
And, sure, fine, I do check my phone about every two minutes, but so do a lot of people, and it's better than smoking, that's what I say. It's the new, lung-safe cigarette.
When was the last time you woke up and wished you'd had just one more drink the night before?I have never regretted not drinking. Say this to yourself, and you'll get through anything.
Getting sober is a radically creative act.
Theirs was a tug-of-war and neither could let go. Both felt the burn and still wouldn't let go. Some might call it a game for neither could admit defeat.
Remember what I used to tel you when you were a little girl? ‘A fool and her money soon part.’ Current-day translation? Stop pissing away your assets at Bloomingdale’s.
Even those who drink until blacking out, those who beat women, are not the exception, hopefully not the norm, trapped somewhere in society in a dark place nobody wants to talk about.
But maybe because I'm from a part of the country where there are more meth labs than drive-throughs, anything harder than cough syrup always makes me nervous.
Too many codeine pills, Too many nights of cold chillsToo many weak-handed dealsToo many lives, the addict steals
This woman’s size protected herfrom the hurts of the worldbut it also imprisoned her soul. As the merry-go-round revolved, she ate another French fry, as a silent scream frozen on her face.
A spiritual hell I lived in … hating the God of love and knowing the god I served … hated me!
Her screams are heard across generations who dared not scream and died without joy, in silence and isolation.
After all, addiction is just the last stage of consumerism.
I have resisted temptation for two and a half minutes at least: my redemption is sure.