Quotes About Obsession

He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on a wall.

Daisy put her arm through his abruptly but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It has seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

Pas une seconde il n'avait cessé de regarder Daisy et je pense que les objets qu'il possédait changeait de valeur à ses yeux à mesure qu'ils en prenaient une aux yeux de celle qu'il aimait. Il les contemplait parfois avec stupéfaction, comme si l'incroyable et indiscutable présence de Daisy les rendait brusquement irréels.

Dick's discovery that he was not in love with her, nor she with him, had added to rather than diminished his passion for her. Now that he knew he would not enter further into her life, she became the strange woman for him. He supposed many men meant no more than that when they said they were in love - not a wild submergence of soul, a dipping of all colors into an obscuring dye, such as his love for Nicole had been.

He had shown it so often that I think it was more real to him now than the house itself.

Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

He read at wine, he read in bed, He read aloud, had he the breath, His every thought was with the dead, And so he read himself to death.

I wouldn't ask too much of her," I ventured. "You can't repeat the past." "Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand. "I'm going to fix everything just the way it was before," he said, nodding determinedly. "She'll see.

Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees — he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.

there were no dreams, no dreams to haunt him.

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her, If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry 'Lover, golf-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!' --

I've just finished a book of his, 'The Picture of Dorian Gray,' and I certainly wish you'd read it. You'd like

He hadn't once ceased looking at Daisy and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

Gözlerini bir an bile Daisy'den ay?rmam??t? ve san?r?m evdeki her ÅŸeyi onun hayran olduÄŸu gözlerinden ald??? tepkiye göre yeniden tart?yordu.

single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock.

He's just a man names Gatsby.

No- Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it was what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and the short-winded elations of men.

know, Mother. Doesn't everybody clean their venetian blinds with a Q-tip twice a day? Duh!

He said her name, repeatedly, so that she never lost the sound of his voice around it. So that every time someone called her name, she would be able to hear only Aman Erum.

Food. Drink. Sleep. Books. They are all drugs.

I am still obsessed with creating a false world, and will be until I die.

Romantizm hastal??? budur iÅŸte: sanki sahip olman?n bir yolu varm?? gibi Ay'a göz dikmek.

Wanting to go and die in Peking and not being able to is something that weighs on me like the idea of some imminent cataclysm.