Quotes About Addiction

She pined for Rick and the brief but happy life they had once shared, before his drinking had ruined everything.

You know you are addicted to a food if despite knowing it is bad for you and despite wanting to change, you still keep eating it. Addiction means that a craving has more control over your behavior than you do.

The current phone obsession is a disease," Chance said. "Everyone's gone mad, typing to themselves all day long like mindless robots.

Same green walls. Same table. Same roster of death due to malice, melancholy, folly or fate. Morin did the honours. A dealer, held and punched by two rivals, dropped to the sidewalk and never got up. Probable homicide by rotation and hyperextension of the head. A man noosed his neck to a tree and hit the gas in his pickup. Probably suicide by self-decapitation. A meth addict slept naked on his balcony and froze to death. Probably accident by supreme stupidity.

Who's going to rob us? A crackhead crab? A jellyfish junkie?

Wes slid two more cigarettes out of the pack, offering one to me. "I don't smoke." "Why not? It gives you superpowers, you know." "What? Like cancer?" I said

My throat tightened, but I held back the tears and reminded myself that withdrawing from a woman is no different than kicking a drug; you feel shaky and you want it, but eventually the need passes, and you feel restored.

We are, all of us, crippled and twisted. Most of us strive desperately to keep our grotesqueries out of sight and mind. Our suffering is transformed by an alchemy of the soul into addiction, ulcers, strokes, hatred, even war.

I've been through more cold turkeys than there are freezers.

The addiction was all about looking for oblivion, for forgetting, the contortions we go through just enough to be ourselves for a few hours.

We heard later that Gram was clean when he went overboard. He took a normal-sized dose. "Oh, just one..." But cold turkey had already wiped out his body's resilience against it, and boom. There's that fatal mistake with junkies.

An alkie in full defiant

As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.

A junky runs on junk time. When his junk is cut off, the clock runs down and stops. All he can do is hang on and wait for non-junk time to start.

Once a junky, always a junky. You can stop using junk, but you are never off after the first habit.

Junk takes everything and gives nothing but insurance against junk sickness.

I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people, being always excited; women, wine, fame, the table, even ambition, sate now & then, but every turn of the card & cast of the dice keeps the gambler alive.

Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair.

We are both disciples of the Louis Jordan song 'What's the Use of Getting Sober (When You're Gonna Get Drunk Again).

There are inevitably two kinds of slaves: the prisoners of addiction and the prisoners of envy.

I don't know why it is that alcohol and tobacco are now bad, but jolts of caffeine are suddenly good. It is beyond me, and it makes me feel old.

Chances were, Daisy really needed that money. And if she was using it for alcohol, or drugs, well, Charlotte only hoped they bought her peace. Lots

Você tem um cigarro? -Estou tentando parar de fumar. -Eu também. Mas queria uma coisa nas mãos agora. -Você tem uma coisa nas mãos agora. -Eu? -Eu.

I am trying to quit smoking. Me too. But, I'd like something in my hands now. You have something in your hands now. Me? Me.