Quotes About Addiction

To say I drank my way into marriage isn't much of an exaggeration, and it's none at all to say I drank my way out of it.

The alcoholism got me and I ruined my first marriage with drinking and the lying and the deceit and infidelity, and all of that. The whole bloody thing.

I lost my second marriage because of drinking, and I loved the woman very much. But I thought I needed booze to write. I'm glad I was disabused.

I too searched far and wide for the cure to addiction, but my medical and psychiatric background did not lead me to the cure because the source of addiction does not lie here,.

One of the most dangerous and best-kept secrets of the medical profession is the epidemic of anesthesiologists who are addicted to their own drugs.

Men are nicotine soaked, beer besmirched, whiskey greased, red-eyed devils.

Empathy is the poor man's cocaine, and love is just a chemical by any other name

Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack. And a white man get paid off of all of that.

Cigarettes and coffee, man, that's a combination.

Man, the feeling of the make is something that I can't put to words, it's the very best feeling in the world. I just chase that, it's a very real feeling and straight up, I am addicted to it.

Men who are addicted to the passions are like the torch-carrier running against the wind; his hands are sure to be burned.

I'm hooked my friend to the boy who makes slaves out of men, and oh believe me, flying high in a friendly sky.

There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge.

they had hired psychologists, invested millions in a project to sabotage movies—yes, the entire medium of cinema—to get their customers/players/addicts into a state of mind where they simply could not focus on a two-hour-long chunk of filmed entertainment without alarm bells going off in their medullas telling them that they needed to log on to T'Rain and see what they were missing.

That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking, what's your vice and what brand of trouble does it lead to?

Anyway, my point is that guys like Flec have a weakness, almost a kind of addiction, for the mystical, as opposed to poetic, way of using their minds. And there's an optimistic side of me that says such a person could break that addiction, be retrained to think like a poet, and accept the fluxional nature of symbols and meaning.

I'd rather stub out cigarettes on my tongue than go shopping.

like an opium addict squatting in the middle of a frenetic downtown street, blowing a reed of sweet smoke out between his teeth, staring into some ancient dream that all the bustling pedestrians had banished to unfrequented parts of their minds.

Humans were biology. They lived for the dopamine rush. They could get it either by putting the relevant chemicals directly into their bodies or by partaking of some clickbait that had been algorithmically perfected to make brains generate the dopamine through psychological alchemy. It was not a way to live long or to prosper, but it was a way of being as ineradicable, now, as the ragweed that flourished in the roadside ditches.

War is hell, but smoking cigarettes makes it all worth while

given all the other changes he's gone through, why the hell shouldn't he become a cigarette smoker while he's at it? Maybe next week he'll be shooting heroin. For something disgusting and lethal, cigarettes are amazingly enjoyable.

Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed.

Bobby sips his coffee. "If there wasn't coffee on this earth, I'd be dead.

If there wasn't coffee on this earth, I'd be dead.