Quotes About Compulsion

Sugar is like a drug. If I have one bite, I need to eat it all. I can eat an entire panettone in one sitting.

The scholarship is to be created not by compulsion, but by awakening a pure interest in knowledge

The denial of an objective moral law based on the compulsion to deny the existence of God results ultimately in the denial of evil itself.

There must be something in books, things we can't imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don't stay for nothing.

men do love sin, Will, oh how they love it, never doubt, in all shapes, sizes, colors, and smells.

Create a character with an obsession, then follow.

So it was the hand that started it all... His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms. He could feel the poison working up his wrists and into his elbows and his shoulders, and then the jump-over from shoulder-blade to shoulder-blade like a spark leaping a gap. His hands were ravenous. And his eyes were beginning to feel hunger, as if they must look at something, anything, everything.

Why are some people all grasshopper fiddlings, scrapings, all antennae shivering, one big ganglion eternally knotting, slip-knotting, square-knotting themselves? They stoke a furnace all their lives, sweat their lips, shine their eyes and start it all in the crib. Caesar's lean and hungry friends. They eat the dark, who only stand and breathe.

There is something in a treasure that fastens upon a man's mind. He will pray and blaspheme, and will curse the day he ever heard of it, and will let his last hour come upon him unawares, still believing that he missed it only by a foot. He will see it every time he closes his eyes. He will never forget it till he is dead—and even then Doctor, did you ever hear of the miserable gringos on Azuera, that cannot die?

Hungry Joe collected lists of fatal diseases and arranged them in alphabetical order so that he could put his finger without delay on any one he wanted to worry about.

In fact, though the books came slowly, he was a novelist to his bootlaces, an avid narrator who couldn't stop the story once it had started, who felt the terrors of existence so acutely that he had to tell them and tell them until he'd made them something else.

Unbidden, Unwelcome, Yet unable to resist, I entered a stranger's life

Love is what can't be helped. When it waxes, and when it wanes.

Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.

Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.

Only work which is the product of inner compulsion can have spiritual meaning.

Wenn es tatsächlich das Orm war, das diese Bücher so besonders machte, dann war ich süchtig nach diesem Stoff, süchtig nach jeder von ihm gesättigten Zeile. Essen? Nebensache. Waschen? Zeitverschwendung. Nur Lesen, Lesen, Lesen war wichtig.

Querer algo con todas las fuerzas no es malo, convertirlo en imprescindible, sí.

You're captives of a civilizational system that more or less compels you to go on destroying the world in order to live. … You are captives—and you have made a captive of the world itself. That's what's at stake, isn't it?—your captivity and the captivity of the world.

Necessity brings him [Dante] here, not pleasure.

The quality which makes man want to write and be read is essentially a desire for self-exposure and masochism. Like one of those guys who has a compulsion to take his thing out and show it on the street.

As usual, I was letting my dick do the thinking.

While no one is forced to remain a lawyer or a rodeo performer or a kundalini yogi after being selected for these roles, each role is nonetheless surrounded both by ruled restraints and expectations on the part of others. One senses a compulsion to maintain a certain level of performance, because permission to play in these games can be canceled. We cannot do whatever we please and remain lawyers or yogis—and yet we could not be either unless we pleased.

I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unseasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night.