Addiction
Quotes - We are addicted to our thoughts
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the
stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the
pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has
been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of
insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
―
Edgar Allan Poe
“We
are addicted to our thoughts. We cannot change anything if we cannot change our
thinking.”
―
Santosh Kalwar, Quote Me Everyday
“Every
form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol, morphine
or idealism.”
―
Carl Gustav Jung
“I
admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random
disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what
will most likely wait for him down the road. He's taken some control over his
ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a
total surprise.”
―
Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
“The
three most harmful addictions are heroin, carbohydrates, and a monthly salary.”
―
Nassim Nicholas Taleb
“I
suspect it may be like the difference between a drinker and an alcoholic; the
one merely reads books, the other needs books to make it through the day."
(Interview
with The Booklovers blog, September 2010)”
―
Gail Carriger
“Whether
you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same:
addiction.”
―
william s. burroughs
“Understanding
the difference between healthy striving and perfectionism is critical to laying
down the shield and picking up your life. Research shows that perfectionism
hampers success. In fact, it's often the path to depression, anxiety,
addiction, and life paralysis.”
―
Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection
“I
understand addiction now. I never did before, you know. How could a man (or a
woman) do something so self-destructive, knowing that they’re hurting not only
themselves, but the people they love? It seemed that it would be so incredibly
easy for them to just not take that next drink. Just stop. It’s so simple,
really. But as so often happens with me, my arrogance kept me from seeing the
truth of the matter.
I
see it now though.
Every
day, I tell myself it will be the last. Every night, as I’m falling asleep in
his bed, I tell myself that tomorrow I’ll book a flight to Paris, or Hawaii, or
maybe New York. It doesn’t matter where I go, as long as it’s not here. I need
to get away from Phoenix—away from him—before this goes even one step further.
And
then he touches me again, and my convictions disappear like smoke in the wind.
This
cannot end well. That’s the crux of the matter, Sweets. I’ve been down this
road before—you know I have—and there’s only heartache at the end. There’s no
happy ending waiting for me like there was for you and Matt. If I stay here
with him, I will become restless and angry. It’s happening already, and I
cannot stop it. I’m becoming bitter and terribly resentful. Before long, I will
be intolerable, and eventually, he’ll leave me. But if I do what I have to do,
what my very nature compels me to do, and move on, the end is no better. One
way or another, he’ll be gone. Is it not wiser to end it now, Sweets, before it
gets to that point? Is it not better to accept that this happiness I have is
destined to self-destruct?
Tomorrow
I will leave. Tomorrow I will stop delaying the inevitable. Tomorrow I will
quit lying to myself, and to him.
Tomorrow.
What
about today, you ask? Today it’s already too late. He’ll be home soon, and I
have dinner on the stove, and wine chilling in the fridge. And he will smile at
me when he comes through the door, and I will pretend like this fragile,
dangerous thing we have created between us can last forever.
Just
one last time, Sweets. Just one last fix. That’s all I need.
And
that is why I now understand addiction.”
―
Marie Sexton, Strawberries for Dessert
“The
question is frequently asked: Why does a man become a drug addict?
The
answer is that he usually does not intend to become an addict. You don’t wake
up one morning and decide to be a drug addict. It takes at least three months’
shooting twice a day to get any habit at all. And you don’t really know what
junk sickness is until you have had several habits. It took me almost six
months to get my first habit, and then the withdrawal symptoms were mild. I
think it no exaggeration to say it takes about a year and several hundred
injections to make an addict.
The
questions, of course, could be asked: Why did you ever try narcotics? Why did
you continue using it long enough to become an addict? You become a narcotics
addict because you do not have strong motivations in the other direction. Junk
wins by default. I tried it as a matter of curiosity. I drifted along taking
shots when I could score. I ended up hooked. Most addicts I have talked to
report a similar experience. They did not start using drugs for any reason they
can remember. They just drifted along until they got hooked. If you have never
been addicted, you can have no clear idea what it means to need junk with the
addict’s special need. You don’t decide to be an addict. One morning you wake
up sick and you’re an addict. (Junky, Prologue, p. xxxviii)”
―
William S. Burroughs, Junky
“Wait
for me.” The words come out choked and pained. “I need you to wait for me.”
―
Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You
“The
attempt to escape from pain, is what creates more pain.”
―
Gabor Maté
“But
I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a
genius.”
―
Truman Capote, Music for Chameleons
“There
are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways
to make the pain go away.”
―
Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
“A
Short Alternative Medical Dictionary
Definitions
courtesy of Dr Lemuel Pillmeister (also known as Lemmy)
Addiction
- When you can give up something any time, as long as it's next Tuesday.
Cocaine
- Peruvian Marching Powder. A stimulant that has the extraordinary effect that
the more you do, the more you laugh out of context.
Depression
- When everything you laugh at is miserable and you can't seem to stop.
Heroin
- A drug that helps you to escape reality, while making it much harder to cope
when you are recaptured.
Psychosis
- When everybody turns into tiny dolls and they have needles in their mouths
and they hate you and you don't care because you have THE KNIFE!
AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
―
Nikki Sixx, The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star
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“Karl
Marx: "Religion is the opiate of the masses."
Carrie
Fisher: "I did masses of opiates religiously.”
―
Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge
“This
diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.”
―
Anais Nin
“No
one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible?”
―
Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You
“...most
Substance-addicted people are also addicted to thinking, meaning they have a
compulsive and unhealthy relationship with their own thinking.”
―
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
“If,
by the virtue of charity or the circumstance of desperation, you ever chance to
spend a little time around a Substance-recovery halfway facility like Enfield
MA's state-funded Ennet House, you will acquire many exotic new facts [...]
That certain persons simply will not like you no matter what you do. Then that
most nonaddicted adult civilians have already absorbed and accepted this fact, often
rather early on [...] That sleeping can be a form of emotional escape and can
with sustained effort be abused [...] That purposeful sleep-deprivation can
also be an abusable escape. That gambling can be an abusable escape, too, and
work, shopping, and shoplifting, and sex, and abstention, and masturbation, and
food, and exercise, and meditation/prayer [...] That loneliness is not a
function of solitude [...] That if enough people in a silent room are drinking
coffee it is possible to make out the sound of steam coming off the coffee.
That sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, hurt [...]
That there is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness [...] That
the effects of too many cups of coffee are in no way pleasant or intoxicating
[...] That if you do something nice for somebody in secret, anonymously,
without letting the person you did it for know it was you or anybody else know
what it was you did or in any way or form trying to get credit for it, it's
almost its own form of intoxicating buzz.
That
anonymous generosity, too, can be abused [...]
That
it is permissible to want [...]
That
there might not be angels, but there are people who might as well be angels.”
―
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
