Quotes About Compulsion

Now, if the theist could prove that out of a number of equally possible lines of development living beings show one fixed form, and that against the compulsion of environmental forces, he would do something to prove the probability of some sort of guidance.

After all, addiction is just the last stage of consumerism.

I went forth last night on compulsion I learnt a lesson which is working now .

Certainly this is what many people feel during empty moments or deliberate experiments at meditation: a churning unease that says "I should be doing something". This cultural compulsion is so strong that even spiritual practices such as meditation and prayer are easily converted into just another thing to do, moments mortgaged to the campaign of improving life.

They had the lure of the Wal-Mart volume," [Jim] Wier said. "Once you get hooked on the volume, it's like getting hooked on cocaine. You've created a monster for yourself.

For some, pleasure is a fever they can't shake. For others, it's a disease they cannot seem to catch.

A poet cannot stop writing poems — an ink-stained soul compels his obsession.

They become so obsessed with their supply that they ignore their friends, their jobs, the needs of their children, and their own health. Addicts are blind to everything but their own needs.

The mind generally does not compulsively continue to unearth additional options. It sacrifices concepts in order to reach a speedy decision.

drunk feels for his glass. It is stronger and worse than any sexual desire, any fear of hell, any allegiance to family, country, or church.

If you grow up in an alcoholic home, you learn a lesson that never leaves you: The need to satisfy the addiction comes first; everything else is secondary. Daily betrayal becomes a way of life. We

An addict of any kind is always on the lookout for newer, more intense experiences. After a time he builds up an immunity to the rush of sensation he receives from his addiction. He seeks greater heights, higher stakes.

Actually, I'd already briefed him, early this morning. Since we were up at six. Since, at six, the nurse had been overcome with the overwhelming compulsion to take Fang's temperature right then .

I shift between Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat probably 250 times a day, which probably isn't healthy, but I'm unfortunately addicted.

I think people who become compulsive about fitness or eating right, a lot of the time it's out of fear that they're going to lose control or that they're not good enough, so I think anything done out of fear or motivated by fear is often unhealthy.

I was so unhealthy. I used to go to 'Cold Stone Creamery,' get a tub of Butterfinger ice cream, and eat it all before bedtime. And my fingers were permanently stained orange from Cheetos.

Whenever someone forces me to do something against my will, they're infringing upon my freedoms and my liberties. And that's what I think we're doing in Maine when we have fair share, which means that you are required to belong to a union, you're required to pay dues, but you don't want to participate.

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

The compulsion to find a lover and husband in a single person has doomed more women to misery than any other illusion.

No religion can be built on force.

I'm still compulsively interested in women. It's funny, I've always compulsively photographed women. I still do.

I have Social Disease. I have to go out every night. If I stay home one night I start spreading rumors to my dogs.

Stealing was a rush to me, more about the feeling than the thing I was stealing.

I started stealing in ninth grade. And I don't mean a pack of gum from the convenience store here and there. I mean stealing on the regular. It got really bad. It was one hundred percent an addiction.