Quotes About Obsession

Although Emilie Perle had schooled him well in how to love without being loved in return, he could now see how this state of lovelessness had made him obsessive in his quest for superficial order and control.

It's easy to be worried about the media's influence on our lives. But there is a need for us to also simply be kind to ourselves, to be kind to our bodies. Not just because we deserve more respect and more self-care, but also because the world deserves more of our attention, and we just can't give it out if it's diverted to obsessing over our thighs.

Because Lang was her fantasy on steroids and she wanted him. Bad.

do you like to write? No. No writer really likes to write. I like to make love and drink wine. At my age I shouldn't lose time with anything else, but I can't stop writing. It's a disease.

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

chasing silly rose leaves

Jealousy? Is this, too, part of Onigumo's grubby heart?- Naraku

Our obsession with each other was like the isolation that comes with great pain; it was like extreme sadness. Without our children we might have never discovered our differences, which is what has made our abiding love for each other possible.

Things are needy. They take up space. They want attention, and they will drive you mad if you let them.

What makes a person want so much? What gives things the power to enchant, and is there any limit to the desire for more?

Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories. —Walter Benjamin, "Unpacking My Library

Finally I achieved my goal and resolved my childhood obsession with now because that's what a drum does. When you beat a drum, you create NOW, when silence becomes a sound so enormous and alive it feels like you're breathing in the clouds and the sky, and your heart is the rain and the thunder. Jiko says that this is an example of the time being. Sound and no-sound. Thunder and silence.

Catching it destroys it, and I felt like I was disappearing, too. Stuff like this can drive you crazy.

He would have to get used to it, she thought. He would have to get used to her being more and more preoccupied with books.

When people lose control of their emotions, they tend to seek absolute satisfaction from the object of their fury. And since absolute satisfaction does not exist in this world, I knew she was going to rave on until she reached a state of exhaustion, and a certain queer sense of fulfillment.

The truth was, she couldn't stand to let such an opportunity pass; she wanted to see what was behind the closed door, because it was there. Because leaving it unopened would get under her skin.

Referring to an obsession with Tolkien's Middle Earth): I meet a beautiful American heiress, I like her, she likes me . . . and then she turns out to be a fundamentalist with a more literal interpretation of scripture than I feel comfortable with. Only our bible was written by an Oxford don about sixty years ago.

A man who catches History's eye is thereafter bound to a mistress from whom he will never escape.

Captain Ahab drowned, he reminded himself; it was the trimmer, Ishmael, who survived.

Ravings, in short, jealousy of the past, the worst kind of all.

which she had spent long and happy hours releasing from their shells, with crazy dedication, because the shelling of pine-kernels is a form of lunacy, you spend more energy getting the damn things out than they give you when you eat.

As a people, we are obsessed with correspondences. Similarities between this and that, between apparently unconnected things, make us clap our hands delightedly when we find them out. It is a sort of national longing for form—or perhaps simply an expression of our deep belief that forms lie hidden within reality; that meaning reveals itself only in flashes.

This is how history moves; the obsession of one moment is relegated to the junkyard of oblivion by the next.

IS IT POSSIBLE to be jealous of written words? To resent nocturnal scribblings as though they were the very flesh and blood of a sexual rival?