Quotes About Obsession

I was inclined to drift away from the sum to wonder why people would care what time two trains passed each other (spies), be so picky about seating arrangements (recently divorced people), or—which to this day remains incomprehensible—run the bath with no plug in.

I had taken the photograph from afar (distance being the basic glitch in our relationship), using my Nikon and zoom lens while hiding behind a fake marble pillar. I was hiding because if he knew I'd been secretly photographing him for all these months he would think I was immature, neurotic and obsessive. I'm not. I'm an artist. Artists are always misunderstood.(Thwonk)

What a paradox that is. The things you dislike the most succeed in taking up the majority of your mental time.

I don't know why people are so obsessed with age anyway. I mean, 90 is the new 70 70 is the new 50 and 50 is the new 40 so the whole act-your-age thing? Only up to a point.

You've made her so beautiful; when she's come to take your life away.

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.

Perversion interests me most and is my guiding darkness.

You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

You're all mine, babe. Knew it the first time I saw you. Couldn't give you up if I tried.

I want this," he said softly, leaning over and kissing me between the shoulder blades. "I need to own you. All of you. Make you scream and realize that you belong to me and I belong to you and nothing else matters. I can't let you slip away from me, babe.

That's how pathetic things had gotten. I'd actually sat alone in the darkness lusting after a girl like some fucking Robert Pattinson wannabe. At least I smoked instead of sparkled.

I want to own every part of you," he continued, his breath hot against my skin. "I want to throw you face-first across this counter, rip off those shorts, and fuck you hard and fast until my goddamned cock stops hurting and my balls don't feel like they're gonna explode. Because they've felt that way for a helluva long time, Soph, and I'm startin' to think it's not gonna go away unless I do something about it.

My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

This bitch and her gorgeous rack had been making my life a living hell for the past six months, because she was the last think I needed in my life and I'd never wanted to fuck anyone more… And that was a problem.

Jesus, you fuck with my head," he said roughly. "My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

I'm jealous as fuck," he said, his voice rough. "That's not really my thing, but it's the truth. I don't much like the idea of some other man touchin' your sweet ass, and if one of them tries to stick his cock into that pretty little cunt of yours, I'm gonna cut it off.

Fuckin' crazy for you," he muttered, fingers digging into my skin. "Always have been.

You've been watching Sons of Anarchy, haven't you?" Pic asked, sighing heavily. Cody swallowed, then nodded. "Fucking show. Whole damned world thinks they're Jax Teller.

her hand lay on my stomach, precisely six inches from the top of my straining dick. I knew this because exactly once every sixty seconds I looked away from the screen to make sure it hadn't ripped a hole through my pants. Then I'd start counting down again, because the counting was the only thing keeping me from rolling her over and shoving my cock so far up her cunt it hit the back of her throat.

Peaches Taylor had crawled under my skin when I was seven years old, and by now, I was addicted to the sensation. Sooner or later, I'd bend her over that bar for real. Until then, I'd just have to get off by torturing her.

I'd tried to find someone else, but it was like he'd broken me, destroying every chance for happiness away from his touch. God, but I hated him for that.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her. And yeah, I realize that makes me sound like an egotistical ass, but this wasn't my first rodeo. I saw the lust in her eyes, and the way she licked her lips and stared at my mouth. This wasn't a one-way street, not even close.

Because watching him love Tiger Lily was better than not watching him at all.

I've been reading about moths," she said, to fill the silence. "What have you read?" Maggie shrugged. "They navigate by the light of the moon. They fling themselves into flames and electric lights because they think they're headed toward the moon's light." "I guess they die in ecstasy then," Liam said.