Quotes About Fixation

I had the fixation that comes with being a Kennedy to be a great man on the big stage.

Because if you are fresh from the hazing of PhD training, you are: insecure, defensive, paranoid, beset by feelings of inadequacy, pretentious, self-involved, communicatively challenged, and fixated on minutiae.

His eyes bore into mine. He watches every nuance, every detail of every expression, as if his existence depends on it. He fucks with the single-minded devotion of a dying man hunting God.

I know why I'm obsessed with her. She's the innocence I've lost. As I was going dark, she was getting nothing but brighter.

He was obsessed, and obsessed men are dangerous men.

he fucks with the single-minded devotion of a dying man hunting God.

It is as if Quincey has replaced the sun in my universe and it is around him that I spin.

I like that more, there's something weird about boys who are That obsessive they're not carrying an ounce of fat.

Oh. Sorry. I just kinda have a thing for cabinets. And chests. And caskets, trunks, crates, cartons... all kinds of boxes, I guess.

I love a lot of things, and I'm pretty much obsessive about most things I do, whether it be gardening, or architecture, or music. I'd be an obsessive hairdresser.

This fixation of desire upon beauty in fantasy leads to a kind of living death or, as Lacan calls it, a "zone of encroachment of death upon life" (p. 331/285). This is perhaps "the place of desire insofar as it is a desire for nothing

Concentration is the root of all the higher abilities in man.

Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted with wrinkles; haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowing like coals, that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untottering Ahab stood forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting his splintered helmet of a brow to the fair girl's forehead of heaven. Oh

And, so full of his thought was Ahab, that at every uniform turn that he made, now at the main-mast and now at the binnacle, you could almost see that thought turn in him as he turned, and pace in him as he paced; so completely possessing him, indeed, that it all but seemed the inward mould of every outer movement.

And people with obsessions, reflected Bond, were blind to danger.

He glued the chair to my ass. Silence. Is it still...attached? I can't get it off.

I wanted to leave home, and I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do or what would happen. That's youth, though. Being fixated on things. I was fixated on being a writer.

Perhaps she likes to sit there with his eyes upon her. For now, it seems that nothing else of his will touch her.

You're an addiction...my obsession...

Everybody has an addiction mine happens to be you

And being an obsessive man he did things normal men did not! Like he knew the number of strands of hair that her eye-lashes had!

I'd let him get under my skin, and now he had started to occupy my every thought.

They gave up days and weeks of their lives, addicted to someone else's drama

I have a lamp problem. I'm addicted to lamps.