Quotes About Addiction

We don't smoke for enjoyment. We smoke to proclaim our faith.

Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation.

He said that when you're locked up, smoking a cigarette is like having a friend.

Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home.

He had yet to discover what destroyed that desire. But he did not dwell on it. He thought rather of whatever had happened to the curiosity he used to feel. Nothing, nothing, interested him now. Not himself, not other people. Only in drink was there some break, some floodlight, and when that closed, there was oblivion.

Generational irresponsibility leads to lifetimes of oppression, addiction, and waste.

The devil has some Christians in POW camps due to alcohol, drugs, pornography, fear, discouragement, depression, pride, narcissism, materialism, and a whole host of other problems.

But the story stays the same: some of us would rather die than change. We love what will destroy us

Those cigarettes were beckoning. Come to us, they said. You remember us. I did remember them. My love affair with tobacco had been long and passionate.

Humility is a key to recovery and renewal. When humanity entered the modern era, we thought that we were in control of the world. No need for a Higher Power of any sort. We were our own "masters of the universe." Eventually we discovered how very wrong we were. Some came to this recognition on their own. For others, it was the voyage from active addiction to recovery

Alcohol. It sucks the life out of a face and replaces it with its own dumb shine of inanity. It's up to you. If you want to lose yourself, have a drink.

Alcoholism is a disease of faith. Alcoholics often develop a cynical attitude toward life, not seeing anything to believe in. When you persistently feel the need to change your consciousness through drugs or booze, you are expressing a lack of trust in life itself. And, in some ways, you are expressing a lack of trust in yourself, in your ability to tolerate life undiluted, to find value in your own, unadulterated experience.

When I told one friend that I objected to the idea of "false gods," that I thought it was about "My God is better than your God," he told me that rather than taking the First Commandment literally—"Thou shalt have no other gods before me"—he found it to be a powerful image of his addiction. His false god was alcohol. He lived for that god, he "turned his will and his life over" to that god.

When people stop moving in life, they stop getting these internal hits of feel-good chemicals. They have to start relying on other ways to artificially stimulate them, like video games, alcohol, smoking weed, social media, or watching porn. We get addicted to these things in a desperate attempt to compensate for the fact that we're not really living our lives.

I got so passionate about technology. Hacking to me was like a video game. It was about getting trophies. I just kept going on and on, despite all the trouble I was getting into, because I was hooked.

Some traditionalists may insist there is no redeeming value in "secular" music. But recent history has shown that a steady diet of gospel music does not exempt anyone from making destructive choices. From Kirk Franklin's pornography addiction to the domestic violence involving evangelists Juanita Bynum and Thomas W. Weeks III, it's clear that tuning out secular music is not a guarantee of righteous behavior.

I don't think I can keep looking at this stuff, Buster," she informed him, handing the camera to her brother. "It makes me want to drink either more alcohol or none, and I can't imagine either possibility.

She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.

Find what you like, and let it kill you

It's amazing how coke encompasses everything in your life. Addicts cannot confront life because they only think of their next hit. I ruined life for my parents, my sister and all my friends.

Without a bottle to hold, I feel incomplete, the way Plato says we are each born only half a circle, and we spend out lives seeking out our other half. A drink is my beloved. Without it, I am wanting; I feel half finished.

I stand up, trying to shake myself mentally. Get over him, Maggie, I instruct myself. I need to stop. I really do. I want to. I'm going to. I sound like a drug addict. Perhaps there's a twelve-step program for me. Priest Lovers Anonymous.

He was still so beautiful, though I recognized the signs of a hard struggle with alcohol and drugs. He was thinner than I remembered, and a few capillaries were broken in his cheeks. There were a few scars that might've been from skin picking on his face, a classic habit of a junkie.

He's had some drug and alcohol issues, but he's getting clean now." Oh, fuckety fucking McFuckster. Not bad enough that he still had a chip on his shoulder. He was a drug addict, too. And lived just down the road. "Think he's dangerous?