Quotes About Compulsion

To let an impulse become a compulsion, especially if he thought he was contributing to a cause greater than himself

Brandon tries to escape his feelings of defectiveness. With Escape, we avoid thinking about our lifetrap. We push it out of our minds. We also escape feeling our lifetrap. When feelings are generated, we dampen them down. We take drugs, or overeat, or compulsively clean, or become a workaholic. And we avoid entering situations that might activate our lifetrap. In fact, our thoughts, feelings, and behaviors work as if the lifetrap never existed.

Jeffrey M. Schwartz

It's like one obsession propels another that propels another.

Why do you write?' Because I love words and stories so much. Because I would be grief stricken every day of my life if I couldn't write. Because I'm obsessed and compelled. Because I'd be utterly useless at anything else.

The seconds pass. I know what's going on because it's the same thing that always happens: give me something nice, something I love or want or need, and I'll find a way to grind it into dust.

Making her mark ended up not involving any of the things she'd banked on—her dancing, her beauty, her sexual confidence—in fact, all of those succumbed to it. Heroin is her great love, her life's work, and she has given up everything for it, through renunciation or sheer neglect.

I know it's wrong, and it makes me sick, this new seething venom inside me, but I cannot help it.

He was possessed now with that obsession for the cross in which so many lips have worn themselves away on crucifixes.

I have to remind myself to breathe— almost to remind my heart to beat! And it is like bending back a stiff spring: it is by compulsion that I do the slightest act not prompted by one thought; and by compulsion that I notice anything alive or dead, which is not associated with one universal idea.

Quanto mais se contorcem os vermes, mais vontade eu sinto de esmagá-los! É uma compulsão moral; e esmago-os cada vez com mais força, à medida que a dor aumenta.

I have to remind myself to breathe - almost to remind my heart to beat! And it is like bending back a stiff spring ... it is by compulsion, ..

Have you ever eaten something appalling for breakfast, something really bad for you, a chocolate cake, and just thought, Fuck it, this is bad, I'd better keep going? Christ, this is making me feel horrible, I'd better have more?

Doesn't it seem to you that acting against one's will, under protest and compulsion, is tantamount to being a slave?

The compulsion to take ourselves seriously is in inverse proportion to our creative capacity. When creative flow dries up, all we have left is our importance.

For all that we know, the wholly harmonious individual might be without the impulse to push on, and without the compulsion to strive for perfection in any department of life. There is always a chance that the perfect society might be a stagnant society.

On aime toujours trop quand on aime vraiment. L'exces est de rigueur. ( Don Juan ) Votre Diablerie, vous ne pouvez dire cela. Tout est pour le pire dans le pire des mondes possibles. ( Le majordome dans L'Ecole du diable )

În fiecare zi furam sticle de alcool, le îngropam pe cele goale È™i aveam nevoie de cantit??i din ce în ce mai mari ca s?-mi alung gândurile.

Emma felt a compulsion to run her hands through it. To step into his arms and never leave. Desire shot to her knickers and an aching throb began between her thighs Shit, I didn't come here for this.

A literary academic can no more pass a bookstore than an alcoholic can pass a bar.

Ellery had packed fairly thoroughly, but Jackson was as incapable as the next person of getting through Walmart without buying something he hadn't planned on and had no use for.

How easy it all was, to get drunk, to go mad, to vandalise, to commit fraud. Perhaps she had always had criminal tendencies;

It's amazing though," said Kenneth, "what you can get away with if you give up caring about anything else, like self-respect and pride and all that stuff. Turning yourself into a projectile, so to speak.

No one seemed to understand. I'd go to movies, see friends, but after a couple days I'd catch myself reading plane schedules, looking for something, someplace to go: a bomb in Afghanistan, a flood in Haiti. I'd become a predator, endlessly gliding in saltwater seas, searching for the scent of blood.