Addicted Quotes

“Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn't even know it.”
― Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You

“Just yesterday I was twenty and meeting some of these people⏤people that I'd spend my life with, that'd become my home.
Just yesterday I was twenty⏤still deeply and desperately in love with my best friend.
I grew older.
We all grow older.
In a blink of an eye, our children will grow old too.
And I'll think: just yesterday they were twenty. Headed for college. Falling in love. Memories will flood behind us, the lake house no longer filled to the brim. As quiet as the moment we first walked in⏤and we'll sit on this hill. Feeling the stillness that exists.
And then we end⏤we end where we started.
Just us.
All six of us.”
― Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie

“When "caregivers" become addicted to the neediness of others, their needs may become destructive or exploitative. If women give up their empowerment, they abandon their potential for freedom and personal growth and lose their own sense of self. (" Sweet smell of Submission")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.”
― Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

“Did you bet on me?' I ask dumbfounded.
'Yeah,' Lo says, unabashed. His eyes fall to mine. 'And I'll always bet on your side.”
― Krista Ritchie, Addicted for Now

“She glared at him through tear-filled eyes. “You talk of your pain? You cannot even begin to understand the sacrifice I have made. I gave away a piece of myself, my soul! But I did it out of love, never think otherwise. I made the choice to live my life without her because I knew in my heart she would be better off without me and I could not bear to know that a life created out of such perfect love would be forced to live with the ugly truth of her birth. I thought,” she sobbed, breaking down before him. “I thought…I did the right thing.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Addicted

“As he clutched her in his shaking hands and wept against her, he whispered into her ear, the words that made him believe. “Love bears all things. Endures all things,” he said. “Ours has, hasn’t it?” She nodded and held him tighter. “But can it endure this, Anais? This demon who holds me so mercilessly in its claws?”
She touched his face and kissed him. “My love can and will, Lindsay. I will be here when you open your eyes. I will give you whatever you need to make it more bearable.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Addicted

“Wallingford vaulted up from his chair. “You’ve come here so that I can mollify you and share in your belittling of Anais? Well, you’ve knocked on the wrong bloody door, Raeburn, because I will not join you in disparaging Anais. I will not! Not when I know what sort of woman she is—she is better than either of us deserves. Damn you, I know what she means to you. I know how you’ve suffered. You want her and you’re going to let a mistake ruin what you told me only months ago you would die for. Ask yourself if it is worth it. Is your pride worth all the pain you will make your heart suffer through? Christ,” Wallingford growled, “if I had a woman who was willing to overlook everything I’d done in my life,
every wrong deed I had done to her or others, I would be choking back my pride so damn fast I wouldn’t even taste it.”
Lindsay glared at Wallingford, galled by the fact his friend— the one person on earth he believed would understand his feelings—kept chastising him for his anger, which, he believed, was natural and just.
“If I had someone like Anais in my life,” Wallingford continued, blithely ignoring Lindsay’s glares, “I would ride back to Bewdley with my tail between my legs and I would do whatever I had to do in order to get her back.”
“You’re a goddamned liar! You’ve never been anything but a selfish prick!” Lindsay thundered. “What woman would you deign to lower yourself in front of? What woman could you imagine doing anything more to than fucking?”
Wallingford’s right eye twitched and Lindsay wondered if his friend would plant his large fist into his face. He was mad enough for it, Lindsay realized, but so, too, was he. He was mad, angry—all but consumed with rage, but the bluster went out of him when Wallingford spoke.
“I’ve never bothered to get to know the women I’ve been with. Perhaps if I had, I would have found one I could have loved—one I could have allowed myself to be open with. But out of the scores of women I’ve pleasured, I’ve only ever been the notorious, unfeeling and callous libertine—that is my shame.Your shame is finding that woman who would love you no matter what and letting her slip through your fingers because she is not the woman your mind made her out to be. You have found something most men only dream of. Things that I have dreamed of and coveted for myself. The angel is dead. It is time to embrace the sinner, for if you do not, I shall expect to see you in hell with me. And let me inform you, it’s a burning, lonely place that once it has its hold on you, will never let you go. Think twice before you allow pride to rule your heart.”
“What do you know about love and souls?” Lindsay growled as he stalked to the study door.
“I know that a soul is something I don’t have, and love,” Wallingford said softly before he downed the contents of his brandy, “love is like ghosts, something that everyone talks of but few have seen. You are one of the few who have seen it and sometimes I hate you for it. If I were you, I’d think twice about throwing something like that away, but of course, I’m a selfish prick and do as I damn well please.”
“You do indeed.”
Wallingford’s only response was to raise his crystal glass in a mock salute.“To hell,” he muttered,“make certain you bring your pride. It is the only thing that makes the monotony bearable.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Addicted

“She had his dark hair, his lashes, and from the glimpse he had, she bore his eyes, as well. But the shape of her face, a perfect oval, was her mother’s. She had Anais’s cheeks. Anais’s lovely mouth and proud chin. He kissed her chin, feeling the softest of fluttering against his cheek—baby’s breath. There was nothing sweeter than the feel of an innocent child’s breath against one’s cheek—nothing more wondrous than knowing that the baby was your own flesh and blood.
Mina stretched against him, yawning widely and throwing her arms up wide alongside her head. He laughed through his tears and reached for her little fist and brought it to his mouth, kissing her with such love he thought he would die of it. “You will consume me, little Mina, just as your mother has.”

-Linsay to his infant daughter.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Addicted

“Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a disciple; a devout follower of my voluptuous mistress.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Addicted

“I was floating after my battle, for real. That feeling when the crowd cheered for me is probably what getting high is like, and I'm addicted.”
― Angie Thomas, On the Come Up

“Smartphone is definitely smarter than us to be able to keep us addicted to it.”
― Munia Khan

“Addiction denied is recovery delayed.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Everyone else goes about their business without even realizing the subtle, significant shift in the NeuroLink that can now control their lives. And is anything different, really? Haven't we all been plugged in for years now, completely addicted to this world beyond reality? Are we this willing to give up?”
― Marie Lu, Warcross

“In the long run, fictions create more frustration and anger in people since they get so addicted to it that they find reality quite boring and cumbersome.”
― Awdhesh Singh, Myths are Real, Reality is a Myth

“Procrastinators are addicted to immediacy. If it doesn’t have to be done now, they’ll do it later. No one is more productive than a procrastinator with an impending deadline.”
― Richie Norton, Anti time Management: Reclaim Your Time and Revolutionize Your Results With the Power of Time Tipping - Library Edition

“Addiction is like a curse and until it is broken, its victim will perpetually remain in the shackles of bondage.”
― Oche Otorkpa

“The profit-oriented print and electronic media have made news itself a commodity which is sold on the basis of demand and supply. They sell what people want. The government can ban drugs and intoxicants which are harmful to society, but there is no such mechanism to ban media from selling harmful news. People have become so addicted to negative news nowadays that they don’t want to see good news at all.”
― Awdhesh Singh, Myths are Real, Reality is a Myth

“The medical profession is addicted to the over use of biologically harmful CT X-Ray scans because they are so profitable.”
― Steven Magee

“Astronomers are addicted to scientific discovery, but are completely adverse to understanding High Altitude Observatory Disease (HAOD) in their sickened summit workers.”
― Steven Magee

“I turned to the medical profession for help in getting better. Instead, they turned me into a drug addicted sickened zombie.”
― Steven Magee

“One day you will look back and recall all the time you spent on social media and wonder why you didn't invest that time someplace else.”
― Germany Kent

“Your government is addicted to corruption.”
― Steven Magee

“Don't consider that I become addicted to the photos; I have reasons, and I do that deliberately, for removal of evil-minded.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“Don't consider that I become addicted to the photos; I have reasons, and I do that deliberately, for the removal of evil-minded.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“There is a certain fascination about death. It is the engine of our world: nothing drives living things more, not even love. Since we had lost it - our most important drive, the most powerful engine - the fascination for it had grown into an obsession. Just as it happens to us with everything that seems unreachable. We want to grasp it, want to touch it, want to be close to it, want to own it.”
― Sima B. Moussavian, Tomorrow death died out: What if the future were past?

“Some people are addicted to wedding cakes and divorces.”
― Steven Magee

“I wore my best clothes. I prepared a hand-written letter for the judge. I worked to create a report card that many parents of exemplary children would have envied. But I allowed none of these good decisions to refine me; I was as insidiously rebellious as ever. I was determined nothing could change me. I was set in my ways. My heart was hardened, my beliefs were set, nothing could sway them. My positive actions were nothing but a way to preserve myself and mitigate my punishments. On the outside, people thought I was doing better, but every good decision that I made was superficial. I did what I needed to do so my love affair with drugs might continue lustfully.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“I had trained myself to be dependent on these things and now I needed to train myself to separate from them. It took years to get addicted and it would take years to get to get unaddicted.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“Many Doctors are addicted to prescribing Medication(s) — I call it Grexogony.”
― Sino Melo