Quotes About Obsession

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

If you have only one passion in life - football - and you pursue it to the exclusion of everything else, it becomes very dangerous. When you stop doing this activity it is as though you are dying. The death of that activity is a death in itself.

An obsession is where something will not leave your mind

Something more profound also happened when I got this guitar. As soon as I got it, I suddenly didn't want it anymore. This phenomenon was to rear its head throughout my life and cause many difficulties.

love is a mental illness, an obsessive-compulsive disorder romanticized!

A public outcry usually masks a private obsession.

I tried to keep myself away from him by using con words like "fidelity" and "adultery", by telling myself that he would interfere with my work, that I had him I'd be too happy to write. I tried to tell myself I was hurting Bennett, hurting myself, making a spectacle of myself. I was. But nothing helped. I was possessed. The minute he walked into a room and smiled at me, I was a goner.

I root through your remains, looking for the black box. Nothing left but glossy chunks, a pimp's platinum tooth clanking inside the urn. I play you over and over, my beloved conspiracy, my personal Zapruder film

Just as she had promised to Reedshine, Mapleshade's desire for vengeance would never sleep.

You're obsessed with the past," Jaypaw warned her. "You want to make sure everything turns out the way you think it should." "I just want to do what's right." "You can't always do the right thing. No matter how much you want to." "I know." Grief pulsed from his mentor, sharper and deeper than Jaypaw expected. "But I'll always try.

What good is a body if I can't have you?

I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape.

Many of us cling to particular vessels, fetishizing over this mug or that plate.

Japan has somehow managed to achieve the ideal attitude to eating: an obsession with culinary pleasure that is actually conductive to health.

It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.

to this day, two trials later, Betty still frequently speaks of Dan Broderick, and sometimes Linda, as if they were still alive and well and tormenting her. "He's such a shit!" she exploded one day, nearly fifteen months later, after reciting some past example of his sins against her. "I'd like to kill him!" "But, Betty," her listener replied, "you did." Silence. Pause. Then a small, confused laugh. "Yeah, well … but I didn't get revenge ... he didn't suffer enough.

I have noticed that this kind of fanatic, like every other kind, is in two species: the species which too clearly thinks out its own insane theory, and the species which remains perfectly muddle-headed.

Don't ask me why I know what an Edwardian smoking jacket looks like: let's just say it has something to do with Doctor Who and leave it at that.

and then something woke in me. It wasn't just -- appetite. It was more permanent than that. I wanted to possess her, not for a moment but forever; wanted her to be -- as the word goes -- mine.

Driving yourself insane on the Internet is as easy as checking the weather.

Colonel Vivian had convinced himself that Ivor Montagu's enthusiasm for Ping-Pong was a cover for something more sinister.

In a brilliant lecture written in 1944, C. S. Lewis described the fatal British obsession with the 'inner ring', the belief that somewhere, just beyond reach, is an exclusive group holding real power and influence, which a certain sort of Englishman constantly aspires to find and join.

Avarice, ambition, lust, etc., are nothing but species of madness.

Nothing is more fatal to health than an over care of it.