Quotes About Compulsion

Charlotte exhaled—and wished that she had Bernadine's distaste for cake. Not always, of course, but for brief and intense spells that made it easier to give up extra servings in times of impending Maximum Tolerable Chins.

But as Rianne walked away from him, he could only stand there and watch, tearing at the earth with restless claws. Wishing with all his heart that he could go after her. Eiona's presence kept him locked in place and for the first time, he found himself resenting the bond that held them so tightly together.

I want you.Every instinct i possess urges me to mount my horse and ride from here as if all the demons in hell were after me,but i cannot.I find myself deliberately walking into the web of your spinning." -Brett Dangermond

Religious doctrines … are all illusions, they do not admit of proof, and no one can be compelled to consider them as true or to believe in them.

Chance is as relentless as necessity.

That night she admitted her compulsion to escape. She was worried that if my father drowned, or I disappeared, she would be left with nothing. By running away at least she would have the joy of knowing she was missed.

Never admit you have obsessive-compulsive disorder to someone who doesn't have it because they'll think you're crazy. But

Never love for me, only obsession. Someone has to stand still for you to love them. My choices are always on the run.

Never love for me, only obsession.

I am like a table that eats its own legs off because it's fallen in love with the floor.

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

You walk into a room, see a woman, and something happens. It's chemical. What are you going to do about it?

Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.

Compulsive eating is only the symptom; believing that you are not worth your own love is the problem. Go for the love. You will never be sorry.

It is only true love when you have no choice. Love is the most highly valued disease that is identified by the symptom of You-can´t-help-it.

If they don't read, if they don't love reading; if they don't find themselves compulsively reading, I don't think they're really a writer

She speaks with a stutter and she and she walks with a hop. I don't know why I love her, but I just can't stop.

And whoever forces himself to love anybody begets a murderer in his own body.

the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love

She decided to sleep with him and get it over with. It was the only way. He had become an annoying jingle, striking in the shower, or at work, or just as she was falling asleep. She had to at least kiss him deeply and completely, in a way that left nothing behind. So she could move on. So she could stop imagining it. She couldn't keep losing herself to the jingle. It was impairing her ability to function.

Oh my God, I am such a liar. And I can't even leave it at just one lie, either. Oh, no. I have to pile it on. I am sick, I tell you. Sick.

They did it for love, and sometimes love makes us do the irrational .. even the inexcusable.

Reactionaries] Just feeling urgent and compulsive is enough to hurt us. We keep ourselves in a crisis state...ready to react to emergencies that aren't really emergencies. Someone does something, so we must do something back. Someone says something, so we must say something. Someone feels a certain way, so we must feel a certain way. WE JUMP INTO THE FIRST FEELING THAT COMES OUR WAY AND THEN WALLOW IN IT.

Reactionaries...just feeling urgent and compulsive is enough to hurt us. Someone does something, so we must do something back Someone says something, so we must say something back. Someone feels a certain way, so we must feel a certain way. WE JUMP INTO THE FIRST FEELING THAT COMES OUR WAY AND THEN WALLOW IT.