Quotes About Obsession

He is almost exclusively preoccupied with his bodily health, thinking of different medicines, new diets and possibly new doctors!

these affairs consumed less of Pierpont's time and interest than his true aphrodisiac—art collecting.

Joe was probably the only other human on the planet who liked coffee as much as I did. He started drinking it when he was six. I copied him immediately. I was four. Neither of us has stopped since. The Reacher brothers' need for caffeine makes heroin addiction look like an amusing little take-it-or-leave-it sideline.

Echo was a young girl in love with Narcissus. But he loved himself, not her, so she pined away until just her voice was left.

Griezman said, "Not literally, of course. He's obsessed about certain things, that's all. No doubt rooted in racist and xenophobic pathologies, and worsened by irrational fears. But otherwise he's quite normal.

It takes a lot of energy just to deal with life when you are neurotic and obsessive-compulsive.

All I know is that I'm in love with you, he said, almost angrily. That the sight of you, the scent of you, the sound of your voice - I can't help myself, I can't stop it, I can't think of anything else. You've made me completely useless.

When a person is gripped by a fugue or idea you can't just busy him out of it, not for long anyway.

You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood...

I love her passionately with a morbid intensity; madly as one can only love a woman who never responds to our love with anything but an eternally uniform, eternally calm, stony smile.

Venus in Furs has caught his soul in the red snares of hair. He will paint her, and go mad.

Watch out, I have a large, very large fur, with which I could cover you up entirely, and I have a mind to catch you in it as in a net.

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My bookstore obsession grew to the point where I'd search for new shops during family trips, as though that were the reason for our travel.

I am fatally attracted to all bookstores.

For those who are afflicted with book lust, those for whom reading is more than information or escape, the road to our passion is quite simple, paved merely by the presence of the printed matter. It's a common story; fill in your own blanks: I was -- years old when I happened on a novel called --, and within six months I had read every other book by the writer known as --.

Soon I will take all you love and watch you burn. Sweet dreams, Object Reader.

I've never understood this obsession with where we are from that we Americans seem to have. We are from here, are we not? Sometimes I find this clannishness, these ties to old homelands, ancient traditions, and familial bloodlines, to be nothing more than fear—the same fear that keeps us praying to an absent God.

Oh, why should it bother her? But it did. It wasn't so much that Evie wanted Jericho as she wanted him to keep wanting her. It was utterly selfish, she knew. More about her vanity than anything else.

Okay, you're right; she's so hot I could walk on three legs every time I see her. Now you're talkin'. I'll break your back and chop off your legs if you call her. That's my boy!

Just how many pairs of black shoes do you need?" he finally asked, staring at them lined up on the floor. Okay, shoes aren't a laughing matter. I gave him a cool stare. "One pair more than I have." "Then why didn't you get them?" "Because I would still need one pair more than I have.

Not the cute kind of cuckoo, or the lights-on-but-nobody's-home loony. She's really, genuinely, sold my-soul-to-the-devil crazy. She don't care about me or anyone else in the place. I mean, sure, she killed Frankie. And maybe she wanted to save the rest of us or whatever. But mostly, she just plain wanted to kill him. I mean, she stabbed him like a zillion times. Then licked his blood. I don't remember Wonder woman ever doing that at the end of an episode.

Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.

We have a market-driven society so obsessed with buying and selling and obsessed with power and pleasure and property.