Quotes About Compulsion

One boy had drawn a perfect isosceles triangle on every single page- meticulously, it was emphasized. Meticulously was a chilling touch: meticulousness, we knew, was just one step away from full-blown lunacy.

Art was a kind of demonic possession. Art would dance you to death. It would move in and take you over, and then destroy you.

Ice cream was my undoing, and six chocolate milk shakes in a row were nothing to me at one time.

I was mad at the time, or I would never have done the thing.

If I wasn't writing poems I'd be washing my hands all the time.

Cook, at that moment in time, I would have sold my body for a mocha latte

And they say an addiction to novels is bad for you.

Trying to reason with an addict was like trying to blow out a lightbulb.

Kill the pain. I don't smoke or drink anymore. I'm too worried to gamble, too guilty to shoplift, and I've always hated clothes shopping. So what choices did that leave? I could go on a strict new diet or conversely, I could stuff myself to the rafters with fat, sugar and carcinogens. Ding! Ding! We have a winner.

I had to have him, had to. Just the way I had to have everything I wanted; or had to do everything I'd ever wanted to do.

I'm too much the slave of my own obsessions and fascination.

He took another quick swallow of the coffee. Tasted awful to him, though it was good coffee, he'd brewed it himself. A beer was what he wanted. Not to have a beer right now was like not breathing. But it was just too great a risk.

Soy demasiado esclavo de mis propias obsesiones y de mi propia fascinación.

though the melody kept putting its hooks into me and dragging me with it mentally so that I was dancing in my head against my will. And

flossing his teeth. He couldn't go to bed without flossing his teeth. For some reason, Sarah had found this irritating. If Macon were condemned to death, she'd said once, and they told him he'd be executed by firing squad at dawn, he would no doubt still insist on flossing the night before. Macon, after thinking it over, had agreed.

It wasn't an itch. It was a sickness. It was poison blazing through him, thinking of her all the time, watching her, touching her, wanting and wanting and wanting until his mind went black.

In a way, we're all addicts by nature.

The thoughts and emotions we stuff down into the darkness become a playground for the enemy, where his toxic filth breeds best. The compulsion to say the 'right thing' explains why so many of us have fallen spiritually sick.

What's the difference between bulimics and anorexics? I ask. Anorexics are anorexics all the time, she says, I'm only bulimic when I'm throwing up. Wow. She sounds just like my dad! I'm only an alcoholic when I get drunk. There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away. Penelope gorges on her pain and then throws it up and flushes it away. My dad drinks his pain away. (107)

If I wasn't writing poems, I'd be washing my hands all the time.

There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away. Penelope gorges on her pain and then throws it up and flushes it away. My dad drinks his pain away.

Have you ever wanted something that you knew was bad for you? Something that you ached for so much you could think of nothing else? [Wren]

Have you ever wanted something that you knew was bad for you? Something that you ached for so much that you could think of nothing else?" "Yes, which is why I always end up eating the whole chocolate bar anyway.

I know I don't want to ask this, but the compulsion's more than I can bear. What's kind of human? Ash She's a ghost. Nick What kind of idiot dates a ghost? Ash