Kesha Quotes

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

You're an addiction...my obsession.

Taste of metal on my tongue. Poison the color of envy- I'm delirious, you're delicious, I'm deluded and delusional. I'm lost without you. I need you.

Some people miss flesh as a drunkard misses his dram.

I feel like a drunken man who doesn't have a drink.

His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.

Without a bottle to hold, I feel incomplete, the way Plato says we are each born only half a circle, and we spend out lives seeking out our other half. A drink is my beloved. Without it, I am wanting; I feel half finished.

You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

Falling in love with somebody is like a rush of heroin, and trying to break up with somebodyis like trying to kick heroin.

Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

Meanwhile I'll probably see him again. That's how sick I am.

I'm not afraid of the world. I'm afraid of a world without you.

He was my drug, and I had no desire to kick the habit.

I've got the hungries for your love and I'm waiting in your welfare line.

Unless we love natural goods - sex, alcohol, food, money, success, power - in the way God intended, we become their slaves, as any addict can attest.

Isn't it possible, he wondered, for one person to love another without trying to own each other? Or is that buried so deep in our genes that we can never get it out? Territoriality. My wife. My friend. My lover. My outrageous and annoying computer personality who's about to be shut off at the behest of a half-crazy girl with OCD on a planet that I never heard of and how will I live without [her] when she's gone?

I watch her do the simplest things: brushing her hair into a ponytail, feeding the dog, tying Sophie's shoelaces, and I want to tell her what she means to me, but I never actually say the words. After all, to acknowledge Delia as a drug, I'd have to face the fact that one day I might have to go without her and this I can't do.

I know I don't need him, but I think I want him.

I definitely get a little antsy when I haven't had a good fix!

But what if your obsession has nothing to do with drugs or thrills or money? What if what you want most in the world is to recapture the way life was a week, a month, a year ago-and you are willing to do whatever it takes?

I only eat so that I can smoke and stay alive.

I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.

Love—the desire to love and be loved, to hold and be held, to give love even if your experience as a recipient has been compromised or incomplete—is the constant on the continuum of hunger, it's what links the anorexic to the garden-variety dieter, it's the persistent pulse of need and yearning behind the reach for food, for sex, for something.