813 Quotes About Drugs

We enjoyed together that wonderful expansion of thought, that marvelous intensifying of the perceptive faculties, that boundless feeling of existence when we seem to have points of contact with the whole universe,-in short, that unimaginable spiritual bliss, which I would not surrender for a throne, and which I hope you, reader, will never-never taste.

I'm so full of drugs I cant feel anything but I know I love you. I wonder how much they'd have to give me before that went too. Engouh to kill me I suppose.

It would be a tragedy if the profits of the drug trade ­were allowed to corrupt Amer­i­ca and were ­later seen, as was the case in China a century and a half ago, as the beginning of a hundred years of humiliation and decline.

At a time when the American military was bombing the opium supply in Helmand province in Af­ghan­i­stan, Johnson & Johnson was legally growing the raw material for the nation’s opioid supply in Tasmania.

It is a testament to the success of cartels in laundering their images that millions of consumers buy drugs each year without giving a moment’s thought to the fact that they are funding unimaginable suffering

I made a joke, I said, "What are you up to? You want us to jump?"And Nicky said, "Could be fun."I... Let me put it this way: When you find yourself high on the roof of a hotel with a husband who doesn't outright say that the two of you shouldn't jump off, you start to realize you have a lot of problems. This wasn't my rock bottom. But it was the first time I looked around and thought, Oh, wow, I'm falling.

Throughout this book, we've tried to argue that America has gone astray by perceiving poverty or drugs simply as a choice or as the consequence of personal irresponsibility. Yet in another sense, poverty is a choice. It is a choice by the country. The United States has chosen policies over the last half century that have resulted in higher levels of homelessness, overdose deaths, crime and inequality--and now it's time to make a difference choice.

Cocaine, laced with oxycodone, makes everything fast and still at once, like when you’re on the train and, gazing across the fogged New England fields, at the brick Colt factory where cousin Victor works, you see its blackened smokestack— parallel to the train, like it’s following you, like where you’re from won’t let you off the hook. Too much joy, I swear, is lost in our desperation to keep it.

Fame is like a drug. It is a fake high. And every drug has its comedown, and negative effects. Drugs are addictive. The stronger the drug, the greater the high, but the stronger the price. The ultimate price, being death.