Quotes About Obsessive

te odio. te odio tanto que a veces no puedo pensar en otra cosa

No blood at all. I could hear that phrase repeat itself in my head, louder each time. No sticky, hot, messy, awful blood. No splatter. NO BLOOD AT ALL. Why hadn't I thought of that?

If it feels like it might be OCD, it is OCD! If it were reality, it wouldn't feel like it even might be OCD.

The first impression one gets of Michael Deane is of a man constructed of wax, or perhaps prematurely embalmed. After all these years, it may be impossible to trace the sequence of facials, spa treatments, mud baths, cosmetic procedures, lifts and staples, collagen implants, outpatient touch-ups, tannings, Botox injections, cyst and growth removals, and stem-cell injections that have caused a seventy-two-year-old man to have the face of a nine-year-old Filipino girl.

If only I had discipline, but alas, it is only an obsessive-compulsive trait and the beauty of habit that causes me to return again and again to my work.

When I'm working, I'm insufferable because I get stuck with myself, and suddenly I become obsessive, thinking about how to make something better.

He was a reader and recognized his habit of reading as obsessive and neurotic…

It wasn't enough to pass him as we were heading to your house or cutting over to the library. Soon you had to have sightings in the halls too. Then sightings turned to spying, and spying to stalking. You could tell me how many pairs of jeans he owned before you officially knew his name.

For a film to be viable, it has to survive this process of scrutiny. I think most filmmakers have obsessive-compulsive tendencies and would be completely unemployable in any other job - so it's great to be able to channel your psychological anomalies into something productive and creative.

Moby-Dick for Nothing

He'd called again five minutes later, timing it to the second. Because, well, hanging up and calling again right away would be a tad...obsessive. Wouldn't it?

Imagine Smaug's treasure hoard. Now imagine Smaug with crippling levels of obsessive-compulsive disorder and fanatic good taste.

I did not wish her to go on in this strain because her poverty was something which obsessed her and like all obsessions was boring to other people.

Night Watch Awake for hours and staring at the ceiling Through the unsettled stillness of the night He grows possessed of the obsessive feeling That dawn has come and gone and brought no light.

It's not funny, Joan. My bras are all in the first row, color-coded alphabetically from left to right, and then a row of panties, all folded in little squares, and then slips. And socks along the back row. Everything's so neat it makes me want to throw up.

I know I have an eccentric, obsessive-compulsive side.

Possibile che tu non riesca a pensare ad altro che alla tua vendetta?

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

Time seemed to slow down and stretch out, like a quiet, slow passage in a piece of music. It occurred to me then that I could never be a soldier. The waiting would kill me. It's ironic, I know. I can spend months on a work, whole weeks minutely carving some tiny part of it. I am obsessive with detail, and never care how long it takes to get something perfect, because the success of the whole might depend on one small part.

This idea – that belonging needs to be continually refreshed and reinforced – is worth dwelling on for a moment. If your brains processed safety logically, we would not need this steady reminding. But our brains did not emerge from millions of years of natural selection because they process logically. They emerged because they are obsessively on the lookout for danger.

This idea—that belonging needs to be continually refreshed and reinforced—is worth dwelling on for a moment. If our brains processed safety logically, we would not need this steady reminding. But our brains did not emerge from millions of years of natural selection because they process safety logically. They emerged because they are obsessively on the lookout for danger.

Whenever Ter read a book, rarely—he would rip each page off and throw it away. I would come home, to where the windows were always open or broken and the whole room would be swirling with pages, like Safeway lot pigeons.

When Javert finally realized that Valjean had something he himself didn't—mercy—did he shrug and find a new obsession, like knitting or Game of Thrones? No. Because without Valjean to hate, he didn't know who he was anymore.

Antony was also obsessive, judgmental, and paranoid.