Quotes About Obsession

I'm a freak for great movies. I love movies.

I'm a baseball freak.

I can't climb very seriously now but I was a bit of a freak.

I've always been a bit of a sound freak in the movies I've done.

I've always been a bit of a car freak.

I'm too much of a control freak.

I was an Elvis freak. That's all I listened to growing up.

I used to wait in line for Jordans. That's how much of a freak I was.

I'm a basketball freak.

I'm an awful control freak at times when it comes to production and stuff like that.

The thing about me is that I'm a total music freak.

I am a shoe freak.

I love watching documentaries on people like 'clean freaks,' because it's just so interesting to me for some reason.

I spend a frightening amount of money on books.

I started buying films a couple of years ago. The first film-maker I began to obsessively collect was Andy Milligan. He was a New York frustrated artist.

Cómo sabe una si está realmente enamorada de un hombre? - Eso es fácil. Sólo querés estar con él, sentir su presencia, mirarlo, olerlo. Querés que te toque y tocarlo. Cuando lo ves aparecer, te emocionás tanto que te duele la boca del estómago. Pensás en ese hombre día y noche. Te dormís pensando en él y te levantás pensando en él.

Te he raptado, hermosa princesa. Eres mía, estás en mis manos. Durante algún tiempo, me ocuparé de prodigarte tanto placer que te olvidarás de todo. Gemirás entre mis brazos hasta la inconsciencia.

She was certainly now obsessing him! Beyond bearing or belief. His whole being was overwhelmed by her... by her mentality, really. For of course the physical resemblance of the lance-corporal was mere subterfuge. Lance-corporals do not resemble young ladies.

He carried that obsession with him always. And in the end, by its very wrongness, it saved his life.

It was the mentality that obsessed him: the exact mind, the impatience of solecisms and facile generalizations!… A queer catalogue of the charms of one's lady love!… But he wanted to hear her say: "Oh, chuck it, Edith Ethel!" when Edith Ethel Duchemin, now of course Lady Macmaster, quoted some of the opinions expressed in Macmaster's critical monograph about the late Mr Rossetti… How very late now!

Give her books, and she would devour them and end by knowing them by heart.

The obsession which is called Love is an emotion past all explanation. The persons susceptible to its power are as things beneath a spell. They see, hear, and feel that of which the rest of their world is unaware, and will remain unaware for ever.

Falling in love with a book brings the same catapulting madness and zest that falling in love with a person brings.

I will not eat cakes or cookies or food. I will be thin, thin, pure. I will be pure and empty. Weight dropping off. Ninety-nine... ninety-five... ninety-two... ninety. Just one more to eighty-nine. Where does it go? Where in the universe does it go?