Quotes About Obsession

I've been obsessed with sunglasses since the beginning of time.

I watch an awful lot of old Hollywood movies - I'll devour anything with Bette Davis or Joan Crawford. My absolute favourite is 'Sunset Boulevard' starring Gloria Swanson.

I go through phases when I'm super into my anime stuff.

I'm super into sneakers! I'm totally addicted. Just from playing ball all the time. I was always looking for the freshest kicks on the court.

I was super brainy and a proper geek at school, but there would always be a boy. But that sort of obsession did turn me into a songwriter. My writing has always come from that feeling of infatuation.

Howard Hughes was obsessed with me. But at first it seemed as if he were offering me a superb career opportunity.

I could hardly get to sleep for dreaming of revenge.

I had no doubt that I could do something, but what, and how? I had no contacts and I believed in nothing. And the obsession with my identity which I had developed in the factory hospital returned with a vengeance. Who was I, how had I come to be?

Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of solitaire. It is a grand passion. It seizes a person whole and once it has done so, he/she will have to accept that his life will be radically changed.

Thou art to me a delicious torment.

It happens to us once or twice in a lifetime to be drunk with some book which probably has some extraordinary relative power to intoxicate us and none other; and having exhausted that cup of enchantment we go groping in libraries all our years afterwards in the hope of being in Paradise again.

Once you have drunk from the water of unconditional love, no other well can satisfy your thirst. The pangs of separation may become so intense that seeking the affection of the Beloved becomes an obsession.

Strange thing, this hero worship of ours.

You're either in love with what you do, or you're not in love.

I am madness maddened when it comes to books, writers, and the great granary silos where their wits are stored.

So it was the hand that started it all . . . His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms . . . His hands were ravenous.

It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.

It was a pleasure to burn

Leaning into the wall as if all of the hunger of looking would find the secret of her sleepless unease there.

But why, Mr. Stendahl, why all this? What obsessed you?" "Bureaucracy, Mr. Garrett. But I haven't time to explain. The government will discover soon enough." He nodded to the ape. "All right. Now." The ape killed Mr. Garrett.

Create a character with an obsession, then follow.

Then you don't care any more? I care so much I'm sick.

Montag paced the floor and came back and squatted down and read a page as many as ten times, aloud.

He wanted to be seen. He wished to drown me in his need.