Quotes About Obsession

Metric fixation, which aspires to imitate science, too often resembles faith.

She tried to clear her mind. It didn't work. Her mind was a hoarder.

They weren't misguided, these men who couldn't take a hint, who kept at a woman who was clearly uninterested. They were broken. Few of them would go so far as kidnapping, sure, but every one of them was after someone they could make feel less than, someone they imagined was beneath them, and they believed every woman was beneath them.

Who isn't crazy sometimes? Who hasn't driven around a block hoping a certain person will come out; who hasn't haunted a certain coffee shop, or stared obsessively at an old picture; who hasn't toiled over every word in a letter, taken four hours to write a two-sentence email, watched the phone praying it will ring; who doesn't lay awake at night sick with the image of her sleeping with someone else?

You invade every thought I have even when they have nothing to do with you. I'm not just in love with you. I'm kind of obsessed.

What does it say? Does he love you madly?

Even now, Dickon was upstairs, writing sonnets to his new love, while back at Seadown House, Marianne was writing 'Ella' on scraps of paper and then burning them.

If you can't stop thinking about someone's update, that's called "status cling."

If you can't stop thinking about someone's update, that's called "status cling.

The expression "madly in love" is apt, for it describes a form of temporary insanity.

The greater the sense of powerlessness and the greater lack of authentic will, the more grows either submission or an obsessional desire for satisfaction of one's whims and the insistence on arbitrariness.

Obsessional work alone would drive people just as crazy as would complete laziness

The person who is given to the exclusive pursuit of his passion for money is possessed by his striving for it; money is the idol which he worships as the projection of one isolated power in himself, his greed for it.

Vielleicht liest er zu viel. Das soll sehr schädlich sein.

Haven't you ever observed how we live in an age of self-persecution? What a lot of things there are one might do that one doesn't - and yet why, God only knows. Work has become so tremendously important to-day, because so many have none, I suppose, that it kills everything else... Work, work, work . . . an abominable obsession - and always under the illusion it will be different later. And it never is different. Queer, isn't it, that anyone should do that with his life?

I found the actual notes that Prendergast sent to Alfred Trude. I saw how deeply the pencil dug into the paper.

Murder was a fascination as always.

Because if you're drunk on sex and love, then I'm fucking wasted.

He's a guy with a one-track mind. When he starts for one objective he can't think of anything else.

There is no doubt that creative work is itself done under a compulsion often indistinguishable from a purely clinical obsession. In this sense, what we call a creative gift is merely the social license to be obsessed.

The neurotic preoccupied with his symptom is led to believe that his central task is one of confrontation with his particular obsession or phobia. In a sense his neurosis allows him to take control of his destiny—to transform the whole of life's meaning into the simplified meaning emanating from his self-created world.

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it.