Quotes About Addiction

when I wasn't stoned the only thing that helped me breathe was a book

I haven't seen her in five years. Well, hell, I haven't had a cigarette in twelve, and I damn well wanted one for a minute there. Sometimes I don't think anybody ever gets over anything.

coffee must be 'hot as hell, black as sin, and sweet as love.

First the man takes a drink, as one hears it said, and then the drink takes a drink. And even if that's where it stops, before the third step of and then the drink takes the man

Everybody has one thing that gets to him. Women or liquor or gambling or something. The trouble is when you've got more than one vice.

I've heard it said that everybody stops smoking, that the trick is to be alive when it happens.

I was surprised the drugs were still around. Cops are apt to pocket them, and men who would not take loose cash from the dead have trouble resisting the little pills that pick you up or settle you down. I took the Seconal and the Dex along with me.

Tragedy, no matter how sad, becomes boring to those not caught in its addictive caress.

The sad fact is that the vast majority of drunks stay drunks. There's a small minority of us who reach that fork in the road where one side says 'live' and the other says 'drink'.

A lot of deaths feel sad. Philip Seymour Hoffman's feels like a robbery.

Funny thing about the monster.The worse he treats you, the more you love him.

I love Starbucks. Maybe that's a bit sad. But I definitely need my caffeine. It's what gets me out of bed in the morning.

The science is in: either we go cold turkey on our coal, oil, and gas addictions, or we risk raising the planet's temperature to a level incompatible with the continued existence of civilization.

Addiction is the primary way people escape the modern world. Unfortunately, it is destroying the modern world.

Cigarette smoking is clearly identified as the chief, preventable cause of death in our society.

In a consumer society there are inevitably two kinds of slaves: the prisoners of addiction and the prisoners of envy.

Finally, she'd found a group on Corellia that had helped her deal with her addiction, helped her realize why she felt so empty, so driven. It took me months of hard digging into myself, she said. Months to figure out why I wanted to hurt myself. I finally got it through my head that just because my mother hated and despised me for not being what she wanted me to be, I didn't have to hate myself. I didn't have to destroy myself in some twisted attempt to please her.

We are thus offered a fundamental and joyfully liberating release from our addiction to searching for love from outside, by realizing the truth that the most powerful experience of love is available within us, simply waiting for us to discover it. And it is in our own souls that love moves us toward our deepest nature, acting as the fuel for unfoldment and revelation and dissolving what separates us from the truth of what we are.

Lament the human addiction to apologies, and how easily they are botched.

I was so in love I went into my room and drank half a bottle of Robitussin.

I remembered about the pharma coke, went outside, and nailed a line so pure it was like getting yelled at by God.

The phone is about the same size as a cigarette pack. It's no surprise to me that the traditional cigarette lighter in many cars has turned into the space we use to recharge our phones. They are kin. The phone, like the cigarette, let's the texter/former smoker drop out of any social interaction for a second to get a break and make a little love to the beautiful object. We need something, people. We can't live propless.

And, sure, fine, I do check my phone about every two minutes, but so do a lot of people, and it's better than smoking, that's what I say. It's the new, lung-safe cigarette.

The phone is about the same size as a cigarette pack. It's no surprise to me that the traditional cigarette lighter in many cars has turned into the space we use to recharge our phones. They are kin. The phone, like the cigarette, lets the texter/ former smoker drop out of any social interaction for a second to get a break and make a little love to the beautiful object. We need something, people. We can't live propless.