Quotes About Obsession

Love is a disease which fills you with a desire to be desired.... - Comte de Toulouse

Statisticians, like artists, have the bad habit of falling in love with their models.

A pretty girl is like a melody. That haunts you night and day.

Whatever you love more than God is your idol.

I'm hooked on my baby's love, there ain't nothing in the jug this strong.

Love is horrible. I mean, when you're in love, it's like a sickness. Such madness.

Give me the death of my soul. Intoxicate me with self-love.

Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.

Yes I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart

Yet once you've come to be part of this particular patch, you'll never love another. Like loving a woman with a broken nose, you may well find lovelier lovelies. But never a lovely so real.

Am I a romantic? I've seen 'Wuthering Heights' ten times. I'm a romantic.

Am I a romantic? I've seen "Wuthering Heights" ten times. I'm a romantic.

Perhaps we all harbor a perverse need to get close to things that might destroy us.

Liv runs. Every morning, and some evenings too. Running has taken the place of thinking, of eating, sometimes of sleeping. She runs until her shins burn and her lungs feel as if they will explode...She plugs in her iPod earphones, closes the door of the block, rams her keys into the pocket of her shorts, and sets off at a pace. She lets her mind flood with the deafening thumping beat, dance music so relentless that it leaves no room for thought.

We see what we want to see, after all, especially when blinded by physical attraction.

In his hours alone, his mind wandered to a million possible outcomes, and he marveled at how long it had been since he had felt so preoccupied by a woman. It was because she was that rare thing, genuinely unobtainable. He should have given up days ago.

She had seeped into his consciousness so thoroughly, absorbing all lucid thought, that not only could he think of nothing else but no longer cared to.

Perhaps we all harbor a perverse need to get close to the things that might destroy us.

If I let myself love you, it would consume me. There would be nothing but you. I would be constantly afraid that you might change your mind. And then, if you did, I would die.

I have no idea when I'll wear it, but I have to have it.

Still watches too much porn, though. You can tell.

Didn't you ever love anything that much?

She had seeped into his consciousness so thoroughly, absorbing all lucid thought, that not only could he think of nothing else but no longer cared to. In his hours alone, his mind wandered to a million possible outcomes, and he marvelled at how long it had been since he had felt so preoccupied by a woman.

Doctors make no such exceptions to the Hippocratic Oath—save, of course, when it comes to abortion—and only then when another dogmatic obsession trumps their oath. Alas