Quotes About Compulsion

Tut! I have done a thousand dreadful thingsAs willingly as one would kill a fly.

If one has the talent it pushes for utterance and torments one; it will out; and then one is out with it without questioning.

The commands of democracy are as imperative as its privileges and opportunities are wide and generous. Its compulsion is upon us.

See, I will always have this penchant for what I call kamikaze women. I call them kamikazes because they, you know they crash their plane, they're self-destructive. But they crash into you, and you die along with them.

For what the horse does under compulsion, as Simon also observes, is done without understanding and there is no beauty in it either, any more than if one should whip and spur a dancer.

To quote a dictum of Simon, what a horse does under compulsion he does blindly, and his performance is no more beautiful than would be that of a ballet-dancer taught by whip and goad.

Repetition Compulsion": Doing "It" Over and Over Again

Transference is essentially a compulsion to return to our past in order to clear up emotionally backlogged business.

If our emotional needs were fulfilled by our parents/caregivers, we emerge from childhood with a trust that others can give us what we need. We can then receive love from others without distress or compulsion. Our needs are moderate. We can trust someone to help fulfill our needs while we help fulfill hers. This provides a foundation for a life of intimacy and equanimity.

You know, I observed a man who masturbated until he bled. Did he want to do that?

Books … they're kind of a compulsion for me. To find a great bookstore is a great thing.

There is no pleasure that I haven't made myself sick on.

Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.

It was a writers' curse, this verbal embroidery. Never seeing anything as it was, always analyzing and reformulating it. Maybe the entire habit of observation, the thing he trained himself in, was just a nervous tic, a compulsion.

Au fond, ce que j'aimais, c'était ce secret, cette douleur. Et la honte. Cette espèce de... dégradation. Comme quand on picole, tu vois? On savoure chaque gorgée et en même temps, on sait qu'on est en train de se détruire, de tomber un peu plus bas à chaque verre.

În clipa când È›i se impune s? nu te gândeÈ™ti la un lucru, te vei gândi doar la el, obsesiv. InterdicÈ›ia devine obligaÈ›ie.

What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare?

He was on whatever combination of drugs makes you constantly lick your lips and ignore stoplights.

In my absence, the surveyor had become a kind of frenzied serial killer of the inanimate.

Always that riptide compulsion dragging you down into the water, that need to know overriding the fear.

Her compulsive striving becomes the mode and mantra that she lives by, a trap that frequently becomes a lifelong pattern. The child, unable to remain grounded in the positive nature of her being, now becomes mesmerized by the conditional realities that she has learned will elicit affirmation.

Nick was chocolate and cigarettes and whiskey and danger, and everything I should stay away from.

Come over here and light me a cigarette, she'd said. I'd snuck a little inhale, and my mother had smiled. But then she'd said, Don't get started with something you won't be able to do without.

Do whatever brings you to life, then. Follow your own fascinations, obsessions, and compulsions. Trust them. Create whatever causes a revolution in your heart.