Quotes About Obsession

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate. The thought of missing it was eased when she

What is it that people do? What do we live to do, the way a horse lives to run?

Nos aferramos a la información equivocada acerca de quien hizo qué, o culpamos a unos individuos y a unos grupos de un gran problema sistémico que ellos no causaron. Sobrevaloramos agravios triviales y, al mismo tiempo, infravaloramos otros que sí son importantes. Nos obsesionamos por nuestro propio estatus relativo (o por el de nuestro grupo). Pensamos que la venganza resolverá los problemas creados por el delito o la ofensa original, aun cuando no sea así.

Gluttony and sloth, as worldly goals, were quietly usurped by avarice and lust, which, together with poetry (yes, poetry), consumed all my free time.

When you're in love and trying to make someone love you back, you can hear the texture of your own footfalls, the whistling passage of your breath. Invisible eyes monitor you constantly: even at night something presides over the shape of your sleep. Every thought carries a tick or a cross.

Yeah,' I said and started smoking another cigarette. Unless I inform you otherwise, I'm always smoking another cigarette.

Patent attorney Greg Raymer is no drink of water, but there is a woman in his autograph queue ("My husband's a great fan. You've inspired him, big-time") who has munched herself into a wheelchair: arms like legs, legs like torsos, and a torso like an exhausted orgy.

What we come across is only this - various tunings of thinking. Doubt and despair, on the one hand, blind obsession by untested principles, on the other, conflict with one another. Fear and anxiety are mixed with hope and confidence. Often and widely, it looks as though thinking were a kind of reasoning conception and calculation completely free of any kind of tuning. But even the coldness of calculation, even the prosaic sobriety of planning are traits of an attunement.

To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and

To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the

His face gets between me and my sleep.

there are women in whom the love of a lover extinguishes all other loves...

And yet if I drew my thoughts back from him, what life would I have? I would be like a dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give.

dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.

Por eso los sueños son tan peligrosos: abrasan como el fuego y a veces nos consumen completamente.

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.

Sap?i var b?t b?stami, tie gruzd k? uguns un reiz?m piln?gi p?r?em m?s sav? var?.

There are even men who do little in their lives besides search for different caves to let their eels live in. A woman's cave is particularly special to a man if no other eel has ever been in it before.

There was a dense fog in my brain,impenetrable to any coherent thought,except the dull obsession of counting the minutes - an aching state of semi concsiousness and numb idiocy.

The addiction to the Soviet myth is as tenacious and difficult to cure as any other addiction.

You want somethin' else, Eddie, and you can never have her!

You specialize in something until one day you find it is specializing in you.

Addiction has its own mnemonics- skin, smell, the length of the loved one's fingers. In Tilo's case it was the slant of her eyes, the shape of her mouth, the almost invisible scar that slightly altered the symmetry of her lips and made her look defiant even when she did not mean to, the way her nostrils flared, announcing the displeasure even before hr eyes did.

Addiction has its own mnemonics- skin, smell, the length of the loved one's fingers. In Tilo's case it was the slant of her eyes, the shape of her mouth, the almost invisible scar that slightly altered the symmetry of her lips and made her look defiant even when she did not mean to, the way her nostrils flared, announcing the displeasure even before her eyes did.