Quotes About Addiction

What goes best with a cup of coffee? Another cup.

She is the gin. Cold, intoxicating. Gives you a rush, makes you warm inside, makes you lose your head. Take too much, it makes you sick and shuts you down. He is the coffee, hot, steaming, filtered. You have to add stuff to it to make it taste good. Grinds your stomach, makes you jittery, wired, and tense. Bad trip, keeps you up, burns you out. Coffee and gin don't mix, never do, everybody keeps trying and trying to make it taste good.

I was at this guy's house. I met this girl who was hanging out there. She was real pretty, she had brown eyes and dark hair. She was soft-spoken and real nice. I know that everyone has their own life and they can do what they want and you shouldn't think anything of it or anything. But man, I couldn't help but flinch a little when I saw all those needle marks in her arm, they looked so sore. Hateful little holes. I wanted to say something, but I didn't.

You hide your fear and call it something else You're addicted to all the things that make you weak

Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore!

My abandoned narcotics have abandoned me.

The blame game was a favorite pastime in my addicted family. Mistakes were immediately followed by emotional exchanges over who was at fault. I often was blamed, and I learned to blame others just as readily. In my adult life, the blame game has become an obsession. Sometimes I blame others and then am consumed with anger and bitterness. Or I take the blame and am swept up in a cycle of guilt and shame. Both responses divert energy from solving the problem and getting on with life.

The epidemic of violence against sex workers would be a national emergency if any other group were involved; but sex workers, particularly those who are working on the street and may have addictions or be radicalized, have not been the object of any great concern.

Grief, after all, is like smoking in a damp country — what was at first a necessity becomes afterwards an indulgence.

Nothing a recovering addict likes more than a tale of how bad it had been in the old days, and how low a fellow addict had sunk. Let the one-downsmanship begin.

No hay nada que le guste más a un adicto en recuperación que otro le cuente lo mal que lo pasó en los viejos tiempos y lo bajo que llegó a caer. Que empiece la fiesta.

They were like two recovering alcoholics, hopped up on caffeine and Twelve Step gospel, telling each other how glad they were to be sober and then talking about nothing but drinking.

Every morning he woke up it seemed impossible that he could ever consume another drop of alcohol, but that conviction had always evaporated by 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

Every morning when he woke up it seemed impossible that he could ever consume another drop of alcohol, but that conviction had always evaporated by five o'clock in the afternoon.

Nothing a recovering addict likes more than a tale of how bad it had been in the old days, and how low a fellow addict had sunk.

I envy people who drink -- at least they know what to blame everything on.

Addiction is a chronic disease of the brain and it's one that we have to treat the way we would any other chronic illness: with skill, with compassion and with urgency.

I was a huge 'Breaking Bad' fan. I just loved the whole thing. Always interesting, always urgent. The stakes were always high.

Those who use tobacco, tea and coffee should lay these idols aside, and put their cost into the treasury of the Lord.

I used to smoke two packs a day and I just hate being a nonsmoker... but I will never consider myself a nonsmoker because I always find smokers the most interesting people at the table.

My mother was a professional sick person; she took a lot of pain pills. There are many people like that. It's just how they are used to getting attention. I always remember she's the daughter of alcoholics who'd leave her alone at Christmas time.

I used to have an online-shopping problem.

What more chilling indictment of the modern world is there than this: that the condition of the smartphone user is that of a dumb animal. Moooo!

I can't think of anything off the top of my head that seems more important than something designed to raise money to keep something going that keeps IV drug users from dying.