Quotes About Obsession

I was one of the first authors to have an active website. I'm totally obsessed with technology. I'm always looking for ways to connect with my readers. I answer all my fan mail.

You think you've disappeared, and then someone comes along and says, 'I see you. I want you.'" "Yes," I whisper, glad she understands. "It's crack," she says, smiling. "Pure fucking crack.

Por qué las chicas nos obsesionamos tanto con nuestra apariencia? Es como si realmente creyéramos que lograr mantener nuestro pelo y maquillaje perfectos hará toda la diferencia. Como si cualquier hombre digno de nuestro tiempo dejaría de ver nuestra belleza debido a un clip de diamantes de imitación arreglado en un ángulo torcido.

I have a knife in my hand, slicing beef on the willowware plate, and I cut harder, faster, thinking it is your pink neck under my blade and I am cutting you into little pieces that I will bury in the meadow outside when there is no moon.

You're breathtakingly exciting. You've turned my nights to fire. You've lit my whole world with flame.

Because nothing but annihilation would stop him wanting Serena. Even then, he'd probably come back and haunt her.

Cat people, you see, don't just have cats; they're somewhere between somewhat and fully obsessed with those cats. You can identify cat people sometimes by the fact that their friends can't help but know the names of their cats for the simple reason that cat people are always telling stories about these cats.

Be more than ready. Be present in your discipline. Remember your gift. Be grateful for your gift and treat it like a gift. Cherish it, take care of it, and pass it on. Use your time to bathe yourself in that gift. Move your hand across the canvas. Go to museums. Make this into an obsession… What you are will show, ultimately. Start now, every day, becoming, in your actions, your regular actions, what you would like to become in the bigger scheme of things.

Quand je bois, je bois trop, quand je fume, je me bousille, quand j'aime, je perds la raison et quand je travaille, je me tue...Je ne sais rien faire normalement sereinement, je... - Et quand tu détestes? - Ça je sais pas... - Je croyais que tu me détestais, moi? - Pas encore, sourit-elle, pas encore...Tu verras quand ça arrivera...Tu verras la différence...

He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.

Oh the hunger in his stare!

those of us who read because we love it more than anything, who feel about bookstores the way some people feel about jewelers...

You are a person in love with the impossible

El deseo duplicado es amor y el amor duplicado es locura.

los celos pueden comerse un corazón hasta el centro

All I know is that I can never see him enough. I can never kiss him enough. There isn't enough of him in the world. I'll always be on a quest for one more look from him, one more laugh.

Katherine read constantly. She loved biographies of male dictators and enjoyed a long Stalin phase when she became obsessed, not by the Gulags or by the Yalta Conference, but by his wife's suicide, his taste for sweet Georgian wines, the way he made his ministers bark 'The Blue Danube' after dinner, like dogs. She quoted his daughter Svetlana, who said, 'He was a Sagittarius, you know, on the cusp with Capricorn.

Tulips, we are told, were the center of life for the bloemisten, as those who grew and traded in tulips were sometimes known.

I have never desired any woman as I desire you... and I shall not rest until you're mine.

I would destroy the city if something happened to you. I can't even bear the thought of it.

You've tormented my dreams and tortured my days. I hear your voice in other women's voices. The scent of your hair teases my senses…a memory I can't expunge. You haunt me, coming between me and my work and my pleasures, and so I'm going to exorcise you. I'm going to take you, to satiate myself with you until I no longer want you. Since you won't come to me freely, you'll come to me under duress, but come to me you will.

The rest of my room is book shelves. I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.

They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.