Quotes About Compulsion

el virus del exilio, la compulsión de moverse por todas partes, ya que la vida le había prohibido quedarse en su propia tierra.

The only thing worse than constantly seeing what you can't have is constantly seeing what you must have.

Just one dance. Just one. That's all I wanted. I know now how you can take one step and you can't stop yourself from taking another. I know now what it means to want. I know it can get you to a place where there's no way out. I know now that there's no such thing as just one. But I didn't know it then.

Es gibt immer eine Lösung, die alle glücklich macht. Die muss gefunden werden. Nicht aus Menschenliebe, sondern aus Vernunft. Größtmögliche Zufriedenheit bringt den größtmöglichen Nutzen. Auch wenn manche Leute zur Zufriedenheit gezwungen werden müssen.

he was helpless against his own devilish nature when it came to this girl

For a moment he did nothing but stare. "Hasn't it ever occurred to you that every thought and feeling doesn't need to be given voice?" "Yes," she said, a lifetime of regrets wrapped into that single syllable. "All the time." She looked away, discomforted by the odd, hollow sensation rumbling in her throat. "I can't seem to help myself, though.

I have to say that after some initial resistance, I'm now a complete 'Game of Thrones' addict.

I always get to eat what I want because if I don't, I go insane.

From the moment I saw you, I knew I would do anything to have you and I do not care how I achieve my goal. By fair means or foul, you will be mine.

When you love someone, that love has no limit, no measure, because you know in your deepest being that when that love demands sacrifice, you will give it without question. You will not look for reasons, for justification - the act of giving, of sacrificing, is a natural compulsion, like breathing, and it will, in the end, surprise you because you did it without second thoughts.

I libri le avevano fatto un gran male, eccitando la sua immaginazione, pascendola di allettanti finzioni, di chimere seducenti; ma oramai era troppo tardi per smettere, il male era già fatto, e nonostante la sua sfiducia, le restava in fondo al cuore inassopito il bisogno di commozioni, di scosse, di palpiti.

Well-known, alas, is the case of the poor German who was very fond of three and who made each aspect of his life a thing of triads. He went home one evening and drank three cups of tea with three lumps of sugar in each cup, cut his jugular with a razor three times and scrawled with a dying hand on a picture of his wife good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.

This time he was underwater, running, feet sinking deeper and deeper into the seabed. The surface was within reach if he raised his arms, but he couldn't get his head out of the water. He had to breathe. The compulsion to inhale was huge. But he couldn't, musn't. Still he ran, getting nowhere, each frantic step burying his feet in the wet sand until he was no longer able to lift them. Finally, with one great gulp, he opened his mouth, his lungs to the flood of seawater.

Film lovers are sick people.

What began as an apparently harmless pastime has ended up as a frightening, overpowering addiction or obsession.

The focus on self has led our society into a fascination with pleasure, emotional and sexual stimulation, and "personal fulfillment." America's compulsion for "maximum personhood" is evidenced everywhere.

Both the life and limbs of a man are of such high value, in the estimation of the law of England, that it pardons even homicide if committed se defendendo, or in order to preserve them. For whatever is done by a man, to save either life or member, is looked upon as done upon the highest necessity and compulsion.

When people would ask me what I'm addicted to, I always said 'music.' And while they'd laugh it off like it's a cliché, I'm actually a complete shopaholic when it comes to records. I'd literally buy 10 albums a week for years, so when I went to that Virgin Records and it said 'going out of business,' my heart stopped.

Inside me there's a thin person struggling to get out, but I can usually sedate him with four or five cupcakes.

but why was he the way he was? Why, when in fact he was a shy and timid person, was he compelled to be number one and champion of the world in eating and drinking, why was he always fleeing from us, and when unable to flee, why the awful theatrics, the showing off?

Cz?owiek jest jak ?ma: na o?lep rwie si? do ognia, cho? go boli i cho? si? w nim spali. Robi to jednak dopóty – doda? po namy?le – dopóki nie oprzytomnieje. I tym ró?ni si? od ?my...

Some are filled with a compelling urge, a temptation that recycles in the mind, perhaps to become a habit, then an addiction. We are prone to some transgression and sin and also a rationalization that we have no guilt because we were born that way. We become trapped, and hence comes the pain and torment that only the Savior can heal. You have the power to stop and to be redeemed.

Like most things that were good or bad for you, you reach a stage where what started as a happy habit turns into something of an obsession.

It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways.