Quotes About Addiction

I loved the DOS games, Super Nintendo. And I have a very addictive personality, so I recognize now that I just can't engage in that kind of stuff because I'll never stop. So I no longer play any games.

Tobacco, coffee, alcohol, hashish, prussic acid, strychnine, are weak dilutions. The surest poison is time.

And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind. The room was indeed empty. Every night the waves came in and bore her off on their great tides of sound, floating her, wide-eyed, toward morning. There had been no night in the last two years that Mildred had not swum that sea, had not gladly gone down in it for the third time.

Create a character with an obsession, then follow.

My old grandmother used to swear by Dr McConnell's Lung Syrup. She drank a bottle a day for the whole of her adult life. She couldn't give it up in the end. It's got morphine in it, you see.

In this very straightforward teaching, the Buddha helps us understand the practice of freedom with a mature and long-ranging vision. Freedom is not simply doing what we want when we want it. That is addiction. Freedom is the wisdom to choose wisely.

The alcoholic has a deep sense of inferiority, inadequacy, defeat and frustration, usually accompanied by a deep inner hostility. He has countless alibis as to his reason for drinking, but the sole reason is in his thought life.

It is his imagination that causes the alcoholic to return to drinking intermittently. The images that have been impressed on his subconscious mind begin to bear fruit. He imagines a drinking bout in which glasses are filled and drained, then he imagines the following sense of ease and enjoyment, a feeling of relaxation. If he lets his imagination run wild, he will go to the bar or buy a bottle.

I have what's called an addiction to Ativan, and Xanax. Which is preferable to admitting to an aversion to planes.

Everything is a drug. Family, art, causes, new shoes... We're all just tweaking our chem to avoid the void.

Dear girl! Life is addictive. Yet we must live.

If I could open a vein. Not to inject any shit, I will never weaken like that again, but just to feel the kick of it, the old memory. So this numbness lifts. So I could get back there easier.

One of my lifetime addictions, to this bitterly black steaming-hot liquid, would begin at this hour, in such innocence.

The real drug, I came to believe, was love.

Addictions - Run to Jesus instead of running to your addiction.

Until we accept and approve of ourselves, no amount of approval from others or position in life will keep us permanently secure. The outside approval we seek becomes an addiction. We work to get approval and it feels good for a short while; then we find that we need more and more. True freedom never comes until we fully realize that we don't need to struggle to get from others what God freely gives us: love, acceptance, approval, security, worth, and value.

There are two types of approval: one is from people, and the other is from God. We want people to approve of us, but if we become addicted to their approval, if we have to have it and are ready to do whatever they demand to get it, we lose our freedom. If we trust God for approval, we are freed from the addiction of approval.

You will notice in Scripture that Jesus never tried to defend Himself, no matter what He was accused of. Why? Because He knew the truth about Himself, and that was the important thing to Him. He was not addicted to approval from people; therefore, He was free from the tyranny of what they might think of Him or say about Him. He was satisfied by the knowledge He possessed of Himself. He did not need anyone else's approval except His heavenly Father's, and He knew He had that. True

Succumbing to a lifetime of guilt is just another form of approval addiction. ARE

We become addicted to approval when we base our self-worth on how people treat us or on what we believe they think about us.

I did not drink because of my problems. I had problems because I drank. It would take me twenty-three years to figure that out.

But the odds against me were getting higher each day. I, who was my own worst enemy, needed a best friend. I thought booze was my friend. I did not know I was in a fight—not just with my lawyers, not just with my husband, but also with my disease. I didn't know I could not win this one on my own, that it would take years, and a change of mind and heart, to win the battle with an opponent I could not even see.

I didn't know it was the booze, always the booze, that brought on the darkness.

There is a treadmill quality to workaholism.