Quotes About Obsession

You just want an excuse to stay," she whispered. "You two, you're fucking addicted to each other. You are literally going to be a nuclear family, you do know that? You will explode.

It felt almost enjoyable, like gnawing on a cuticle: You know you should stop, that it doesnt really feel as good as you think, but you cant quit grinding it away.

I've got to get him out of my head—he still steps on my lines from a hundred miles away.)

I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him.

Plus, there was Amma and her mysterious friendliness toward me. I hated to admit it, but I was becoming obsessed with the girl.

In the middle of the night, I'll turn to face him and press myself against him. I'll hold myself to him like a climbing, coiling vine until I have invaded every part of him and made him mine.

Amy was absolutely beautiful. I hated her. I was afraid of her.

el amor era como las drogas o el alcohol o el porno: no había techo. Cada dosis debía ser más intensa que la anterior para obtener el mismo resultado.

I needed it finished. I needed to know. Me, me. I was still predictably selfish.

I never knew I was capable of being ridiculous over a man.

I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him. Is that wrong? I don't even know anymore.

On the pavement near my car are the smashed skeletons of two baby birds, their flattened beaks and wings making them look reptilian. They've been there for a year. I can't resist looking at them each time I get in my car. We need a good flood, wash them away.

After she found out Aurelie was a Negro, Mama became obsessed with the color of my skin, as if Aurelie's hidden blackness had been contagious and I might have caught a touch of it. Whenever she saw me, she stared at me with furrowed brow and complained that I was losing my bloom. To protect me from the sun, she gave me a parasol to carry when I went out with her, and a straw hat to wear in the convent garden. Still, she worried.

THE OBSESSION of Speer's life after Nuremberg, as I have pointed out, was Hitler's murder of the Jews. The ambivalence, however, was that while he sincerely grasped every opportunity to reiterate his sorrow and his pain at having been–the automatic formula he used–"a part of a government that committed such crimes", he was totally incapable of saying that he had known about them at the time.

I am a haunted man. I am haunted by the Limper's screams. I am haunted by the Lady's laughter.

There is nothing so unreasonable and irrational and blind—and just plain silly-looking—as a man who works himself into an obsessive passion.

I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.

The next best thing to talking to her is talking about her.

I've caught belief like a disease. I've fallen into belief like I fell in love.

it is the destiny of a lover to watch unhappiness hardening like a cast around his mistress.

Suddenly watching her feet, so light and precise and mistress of his shuffle, I was in love again.

Because I couldn't bear the thought of her so much as touching another man, I feared it all the time, and I saw intimacy in the most casual movement of her hand.

And there was Tara, again with that shy half-smile and her burgundy lips slightly puckered, that shy kink, an incomplete curlicue at the corner of her mouth; he'd seen it before many times but never noted it, and now it had him mesmerized.

almost fanatically, began to see another man, and although she still clung on to Williams for his money, it was quite obvious to him that she didn't love him