Quotes About Compulsion

Kuigi ma pidin otsima ja ka otsisin õigeid sõnu, paistsin ma tegevat neid kirjanduslikke pingutusi peaaegu vastu tahtmist, mingi välise sunni ajel.

the dark night of the soul is an ongoing transition from compulsively trying to control one's life toward a trusting freedom and openness to God and the real situations of life.

The dark night is a profoundly good thing. It is an ongoing spiritual process in which we are liberated from attachments and compulsions and empowered to live and love more freely.

I am a compulsive worker. But I'm also a compulsive relaxer.

I will never have the willpower to completely swear off pizza or a good summer sale, but I'm working on realizing the difference between the occasional craving and the compulsion to mindlessly consume as a feeble means of self-medication.

Generally speaking, there's some quality of compulsion that attaches itself to the idea of the list. It's true that lists organise the daily chaos of working life. But the impulse to make lists has to do with something more than either administrative practicalities or the record of a creative process.

You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics looks so petty.

So what I did was stuff my face with anything around, any old rubbish, burgers, chocolate, crisps, fish and chips, loads of it, till I felt sick - but at least I'd had the pleasure of stuffing my face and feeling really full.

I totally had OCD as a teenager. I used to have to touch all four sides of a picture frame when I got home from school and before I started to do my homework. It was time-consuming. But then I just outgrew it, though it sometimes comes back when I'm under a lot of stress.

I pull my eyelashes when I'm tired or thinking - it's a nervous thing.

Men even contract the dirty, filthy habit of chewing tobacco, and when the habit gets a good hold upon them they are never satisfied except when they have a wad of the stuff in their mouth. So with drinking. It is largely a habit.

Obsessed? I don't know what the word means. I know there were times when I couldn't think of anything else. I used to stay in every weeknight in the hope that he might get free and call me. It felt like I had a disease I didn't want to get rid of. I suppose that's a definition of obsession, yes.

You give and you give you give when you do not want to give you give you give you give when you do not want to give.

I'm here, got no choice. But you, you should be telling people.

I love you still, Against my will.

But it felt so good, I kept doing it.

He turned and caught me in a kiss that probably looked passionate, but was nothing more than a brutal, numbing intrusion, a blind for the compulsion he cast, winding me about in a shroud of briars, ensnaring me, so I could tell no one the truth, tell no one what he had done and how.

I might be weary or stupid; I might be nauseous with drink; I might be sore, at the hips, with the ache of my monthlies, but the opening of this box, as I have said, never ceased to stir me - I was like a dog twitching and slavering to hear his mistress call out Bone!

There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want, I want, I want! It happened every afternoon, and when I tried to suppress it it got even stronger…. It never said a thing except I want, I want, I want!

Level 7 Selling Our Souls for a Video Game, Part One

Gamblers play just as lovers make love and drunkards drink - blindly and of necessity, under domination of an irresistible force.

Gamblers play just as lovers make love and drunkards drink—blindly and of necessity, under domination of an irresistible force." Jacques Anatole Thibault

learn of Campbell's drawings, addiction

Daniel's mind is a scorpion stinging itself to death.