Quotes About Compulsion

Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story.

Sõltuvus on iga meeletu armumise paratamatu koostisosa.

the urgency of life's most stubborn and unrelenting urges.

He rose up suddenly and turned her, so that she lay on the bed. He pushed up her skirts, found the ties to her panniers, and yanked them off and threw them to the floor. Then he was on her again, trailing his mouth down her neck, biting at her collarbone. She ran her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, grasping, trying to hold on as he moved on her so intently. He'd always been in control when he'd made love to her. Now he seemed moved by a sort of compulsion. An animal need.

I am a wind of energy, I am evil, but I can't stop and so I rush along, seeking gratification. I won't stop. I don't want to.

A compulsion to get married is not the same as a desire to partner.

It was a vicious circle, though. The more gratification we found in our own geniuses, the more isolated we grew. Our home was like an artists' colony. We ate together, but otherwise were absorbed in our separate pursuits. And in this isolation, our creativity took on an aspect of compulsion.

Yet we are also drawn to people who are not exemplary, who do not illustrate good sense and responsibility, who are temperamental as stallions, mercurial as falcons, sensual as cheetahs. Before them we relax our compulsion to judge, no longer feel that they have a responsibility to answer to and for what they do and say. We are enthralled by the human animal, the animality in humans, the traits humans acquire in symbiosis with noble animals.

I lay sweating, shaking, doing my best to quell the overwhelming need--to extinguish the dark flame inside me. A flame that burns brighter, hotter, stronger each day. A fire so insatiable it'll consume everything in its path.

Everybody has a weakness. Mine is food.

If I have a weakness, it's probably ice cream. That's where I get lax, sloppy. I'll sneak into the refrigerator at night and take two or three bites and put it back. Butter pecan. Only two or three bites, but it shows.

I found popularity through self-destruction, and that can be quite addictive.

When something possesses me, I go ahead and do it.

Evil, when we are in its power, is not felt as evil, but as a necessity, even a duty.

When I was in the PMO, Digvijaya Singh used to call me whenever he wanted to see the PM. He used to go through me. He is under compulsion to criticise me, but I am under no compulsion to criticise him.

I don't really know how strong someone is if they're compelled to a life of violence. Is that strong? No. That's damaged.

It's a universal experience to be compulsively doing something that's damaging your life.

Just write about what bites you and damn the rest.

He knows that there is something wrong, forbidden in what he is about to do, but he cannot help himself, for he is a fanatic. He is driven by a dark desire. To see, to feel, to discover is all. His is a passion, not a romance.

Something's not right about what I'm doing but I'm still doing it— living in the worst parts, ruining myself.

They want to stop but they can't stop. They don't know what they're doing.

All right," her voice said bleakly. "All right, suppose all this is true. Suppose I'm acting out a compulsive behavior pattern, or whatever they call it. So what? I still can't help what I feel, can I?

he wanted to discuss his strange compulsion to let people know the worst about himself—this confusion of what was weak and ugly in himself with what was "interesting

Unbelievable," I said. "First you wanted to hide her away to keep you alive. Now you actually want her out in the world to use her compulsion for your own psycho plans.