Quotes About Obsession

I was a terrible Sugar Babies addict, so I had more cavities than the surface of the moon.

The novel is about five students of classics who are studying with a classics professor, and they take the ideas of the things that they're learning from him a bit too seriously, with terrible consequences.

I know it's a terrible habit, but if I get a pimple, I'll sit in front of the mirror and pick at it for hours.

Addiction is a terrible thing.

I think this country is terribly, horribly obsessed with age, and it really is just this country. If you're still living and breathing at 50, then count your blessings!

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

and a bank of six screens on which you could plot world domination, or watch Sky Sports.

Many of us have experienced the difficulty in successfully 'giving up' doing something; too often, trying to give it up seems only to keep one focused on the forbidden object or enterprise — enhancing the desire rather than taming it…

A belief is not merely an idea the mind possesses it is an idea that possesses the mind.

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love...

If something takes too long, something happens to you. You become all and only the thing you want and nothing else, for you have paid too much for it, too much in wanting and too much in waiting and too much in getting.

Since I was a kid, I've had an absolute obsession with particular kinds of American music. Mississippi Delta blues of the Thirties, Chicago blues of the Fifties, West Coast music of the mid-Sixties - but I'd never really touched on dark Americana.

I like to comprehend more or less everything around me - apart from the creation of my music. It's an obsessive character trait that's getting worse. I don't switch the light on and off 15 times before I leave the room yet, but something's going wrong.

Neville flexed his nostrils, he didn't like the smell of this. The young man was clearly a monomaniac

Baseball fans are junkies, and their heroin is the statistic.

In every man's life there is something he feels driven to do, something that pricks him at the core of his soul so long as it remains undone, and yet as he approaches the doing of it he will know fear, for perhaps to fulfill the obsession will bring him more pain than pleasure.

Passion is the drunkenness of the mind.

Indeed, being relevant is not the problem. However, the obsessive, all-consuming desire to want to be accepted by the world because you are relevant is! The minute this becomes our modus operandi, we compromise ourselves right out of our purpose, which is to be salt and light in a darkened world.

They intend to make people's very appetites the next weapon of uncountable destruction. They intend that your people will lust themselves into oblivion in front of little boxes of changing light. Addictive light. A light that makes you feel like you live a life, when all you really do is eat what the light tells you to eat and squirt pee and pump poo. And watch the changing light!

People who can't think of anything else but whether the person you love is indented or convex should be doomed not to think of anything else but that, and so miss the other ninety-five percent of life.

The ambition of Caesar and of Napoleon pales before that which could not rest until it had seized the minds of men and controlled even their unborn thoughts," said Mr. Wilde. "You are speaking of the King in Yellow," I groaned, with a shudder. "He

It is no coincidence that demons and drug dealers often use the same opening line ("Just try a little; it will feel good"), or that religious people often see demons in drugs. For habituation to any goal—sex or power, say—is literally an addictive process, a growing dependence on the biological chemicals that make these things gratifying.

I didn't hit her, man, what happened was that Maria was obsessed with the Marquis de Sade and wanted to try the spanking thing," said Luscious Skin. "That's very Maria," said Pancho. "She takes her reading seriously.

I try to find the books that I lost or forgot more than 30 years ago on another continent, with the hope and dedication and bitterness of those who search for their first lost books, books that if found I wouldn't read anyway, because I've already read them over and over, but that I would look at and touch just as the miser strokes the coins under which he's buried...Books are like ghosts