Quotes About Fixation

And she didn't care about any one, just this one.

How come the people who don't even notice you exist are the ones you can't stop thinking about?

It's unhealthy how much I think about you.

Ever since I met you, no one else is worth thinking about!

Where desire ends up causing suffering is when it fixates.

As an allegorical art, then, photography would represent our desire to fix the transitory, the ephemeral, in a stable and stabilizing image.

I was obsessed with Miss Elizabeth when I was a little girl.

Ive been obsessed with beauty since I was a little girl.

I didn't ever want to leave Manhattan. I have an abnormal fixation.

A moi, L'historie d'une de mes folies.

But though I can digress with the best of them, I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.

Why did i obsess over people like this? Was it normal to fixate on strangers in this particular vivid, fevered way? I didn't think so. It was impossible to imagine some random passer-by on the street forming quite such an interest in me.

Why did I obsess over people like this? Was it normal to fixate on strangers in this particular vivid, fevered way? I didn't think so. It was impossible to imagine some random passer-by on the street forming quite such an interest in me.

He's so obsessed with trying to analyze the architecture

Rocky had only worked once with a man who stalked his ex-girlfriend, and he came to therapy because he was convinced that going to therapy would get his girlfriend back. She had been struck by the absolute singularity of his pursuit; he became a laser beam, breaking into his ex-girlfriend's computer, accessing her e-mail, her post office box, even tapping into her parent's phone messages.

Dans ma maison tu viendras Je pense à autre chose mais je ne pense qu`à ça

Obsession is not immediate. It stalks you. It creeps up on you until it's too late to escape it.

he wants her to be thinking about him.

Sticklers never read a book without a pencil at hand, to correct the typographical errors. In short, we are unattractive know-all obsessives who get things out of proportion and are in continual peril of being disowned by our exasperated families.

The mind feasts on what it focuses on.

If you keep things in the front of your mind, you worry at them like a hound chomping a dead rabbit.

He's a collector. That's the great dead thing in him.

She had read somewhere that we often grow to admire, even love, the very thing we so obsessively hate. It can become a part of our life, and we grow to rely on it, to need it. It defines us

you've got to get obsessed and stay obsessed. You have to keep passing the open windows.