Quotes About Compulsion

Much as I hate to stand out in a crowd, I have this terrible occasional compulsion to make myself a source of merriment for the world, and I had come close to sealing new heights with a Russian hat. Now, clearly, that would be unnecessary.

On the way out my attention was caught by a machine making a lot of noise. A woman had just won $600. For ninety seconds the machine just poured out money, a waterfall of silver. When it stopped, the woman regarded the pile without pleasure and began feeding it back into the machine. I felt sorry for her. It was going to take her all night to get rid of that kind of money.

She had, I realized, Retail Tourette's Syndrome, a compulsion to blurt advice. There was nothing she could do about it.

I typed becasue I had to. I typed because I was afraid I might disappear. --Edgar Mint

You hit me the instant I saw you. he said, gruffly. I couldn't look away. I wanted you immediately. Excessively. Almost violently.

You did not intend this, I did not intend it, No one intended, but . . . You must go.

One thing marriage counseling instilled in Hilton was a compulsion for open communication. Whether at home or at work, he knew that anything left unsaid was far more dangerous than spoken words could be, no matter how hurtful. His

The sadistic, rather predictable game was irresistible to him.

What a horse does under compulsion he does blindly, and his performance is no more beautiful than would be that of a ballet-dancer taught by whip and goad. The performances of horse or man so treated would seem to be displays of clumsy gestures rather than of grace and beauty. What we need is that the horse should of his own accord exhibit his finest airs and paces at set signals.

I think part of the problem is that I've always been inclined to put his needs before my own. I have this inherent compulsion to do everything in my power to make sure that he's happy.

My hand is whole, unblemished. It's still attached to my arm. It feels contaminated, though, and I have the strongest urge to wash my hands. I can control that urge, wash them later.

We all do shit like this, stuff that's no good for you. You do it and then there's no feeling positive about it afterwards.

An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.

He was my addiction and once I got that taste of him I wouldn't want to stop even if I was getting eaten alive with guilt for doing it. - Taylor First, The Tutor by Kailin Gow

Books have a curious effect on those with certain predispositions to fall into obsession.

I'm addicted to my iPhone and get a game for it every few days.

Being a writer was never a choice, it was an irresistible compulsion.

When I get an artistic itch, I have to scratch it.

I really like jackets and tend to buy them to the detriment of my need of all the other items.

People see everything through the lens of their obsessions.

You do not chuse where You bestow your Heart. Your Heart bestows Itself, will-you-nill-you, in the Midst of other Business. —

Unser Wille will oft, weil er muss

History is full of the dead weight of things which have escaped the control of the mind, yet drive man on with a blind force.

We all numb. We all have different numbing agents of choice—food, work, social media, shopping, television, video games, porn, booze (from beer in a brown paper bag to the socially acceptable but equally dangerous "fine wine" hobby)—but we all do it. And when we chronically and compulsively turn to these numbing agents, it's addiction, not just taking the edge off.