Quotes About Addiction

If knowing about the dangers of smoking were enough, almost no one would smoke.

You may have known for many, many years that smoking isn't good for you, but you're still smoking. You have become a master of deluding yourself. Direct experience is the only thing that can crush your delusion. If you really want to quit and be free, this is the most important step you can take in that direction.

Nicotine is a fast acting drug with short lived effects, which you can assume by the fact that you need to smoke often.

Here is my theory: If smoking is really good, you should be able to smoke and do nothing else at the same time, really focusing all your attention on smoking and how it makes you feel.

I also urge you not to wash your hands, face or mouth in between cigarettes. Let the taste and smell stay with you, in your hair, your clothes, hands and face.

Restlessness is the number one enemy of people who have just quit smoking.

For years I tried to help people with simple things, such as tension relief through breathing and relaxation, but all they wanted were the drugs. They wanted to numb themselves. They did not want to face their fears or feel better through their own efforts—and they certainly did not want to be illuminated.

Why lie, Robert? Why lie? You know that lying is the alcoholics kryptonite, you can't afford it, the reasonable voice in his head screamed.

Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

ali strast je kao droga: u po?etku misliš da je kontrolišeš, a onda, jednog dana, moraš da priznaš da je ona ta koja upravlja tobom...

La alegría de poder subsistir de la actividad que nos apasiona y no estar sentados ocho horas en una oficina, llegar a casa, cenar, hablar cinco minutos con la pareja, ver televisión, dormir y despertar al día siguiente a las siete para volver a lo mismo. Con o sin éxito, crear se convierte en una adicción.

El arte es en sí mismo y un gozo hacerlo. Los logros, los aplausos ayudan. Son la cereza en el pastel, no el pastel. El pastel es el trabajo diario. La alegría de poder subsistir de la actividad que nos apasiona y no estar sentados ocho horas en una oficina, llegar a casa, cenar, hablar cinco minutos con la pareja, ver televisión, dormir y despertar al día siguiente a las siete para volver a lo mismo. Con o sin éxito, crear se convierte en una adicción.

Ese adicto al crack podía fumarse cualquier cantidad de dólares con la velocidad de un demonio.

I turned away, already wondering if he'd stick to the handout's condition, or if he'd head straight for his regular supplier. A tenner wouldn't buy him much, so maybe he'd just drink it away. I let it go: I could only make the offer – the rest was up to him. I'd learned a long time ago it was all you could do.

You take the drugs to escape your own reality, but in the comedowns the reality only becomes more depressing, and the stronger the substance, the harsher the aftermath.

Think about the person you love for two minutes....... You feel like an addict who can't get a fix, you want more.

third choice was to strike off toward some new projection—a new job, a better (different) relationship, a seductive ideology, or sometimes to drift into some unconscious "self-treatment plan" such as an addiction or an affair.

We have an entire culture of addictive treatment plans, of sensate distraction, and of jejune impatience that is driven by the preference of security through unconsciousness as an antidote to growth.

In other words to break an addiction we have to be able to face the unfaceable, think the unthinkable, bear the unbearable... The only way to go through them again is to go through them, to go down in that anxiety state and to feel what we really feel, is to go through and to break the tyranny of the addiction

All drunks, particularly those who grew up in alcoholic homes, have that same sense of angst and trepidation, one that has no explainable origins. The fear is not necessarily self-centered, either. It's like watching someone point a revolver at his temple while he cocks and dry-fires the mechanism, over and over again, until the cylinder rotates a loaded chamber into firing position.

I had to feel sorry for Bubba's wife. In AA we called it denial. We take the asp to our breast and smile at the alarm we see in the eyes of others.

drunk feels for his glass. It is stronger and worse than any sexual desire, any fear of hell, any allegiance to family, country, or church.

drug and alcohol addiction are joined at the hip with clinical depression and psychoneurotic anxiety.

If you grow up in an alcoholic home, you learn a lesson that never leaves you: The need to satisfy the addiction comes first; everything else is secondary. Daily betrayal becomes a way of life. We