Quotes About Obsession

How shall I ever sleep again knowing she is out there in the night? How shall I ever keep another thought in my head when she is all I care to think about?

In a way, it was the beginning of something I'd long feared: that vampires would become part of the popular culture. That people would be too busy worshiping them or imitating them or even laughing at them—and forget to fear them.

I'm not interested in what you know," said Herod. "I'm interested in watching you scream." "Then you're going to be disappointed." "We'll see," said Herod with a smile.

I'm like a moth that flew into your web of its own accord. I'm dreaming of the day you'll devour me... But you just give me sweet nectar so I won't die. Then, one day, an adorable butterfly gets caught in your web. And right in front of my eyes, you devour her with relish. When I've seen this for myself, I can finally be free...

Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.

Cinema in India is like brushing your teeth in the morning. You can't escape it.

Love is merely madness.

It was the downfall of love, Lamia thought wistfully, that it inspired the lover to toss away any shred of caution just to obtain the pure, desperate pleasure of talking about the beloved.

I'm ashamed to say this, but I watched every episode of 'Starsky and Hutch' as a kid. I loved that show, but now I think it's stupid - they'd have a car chase for no reason, then Paul Michael Glaser would shoot the car and it would blow up.

Idols are things we put our trust in. They are not God, but we treat then like they are. They take on a transcendent, magical character. We hold them with a sacred reverence that should only be given to God. We are willing to die for them and kill for them and sacrifice our children for them.

Does it look to you like she's got a 'my precioussss' thing going on with something in that pocket?" I asked him.

What was that book you were obsessed with? That one with the fallen angel named Patch?

I couldn't remember the last time I had stayed up into the squeaky hours of the night because I couldn't put a book down, and that was a tragedy.

I didn't think it was possible, but I found a man as crazy intense as I was.

He must have screwed hundreds of girls in his effort to get that chick out of his system. Hadn't worked so far, but hey. He was nothing if not persistent.

I want to kiss you because it's the only damn thing I can think about. Every time I see you, I think about kissing you. Every time somebody says your name, I think about kissing you. Every single night when my head hits the pillow and I close my eyes, I think about kissing you.

There was no way I could forget, since I've done nothing but think about it since I got out of your car last night. I thought about kissing you for the rest of the night. I dreamed about it. And kissing you was the first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes this morning.

For something I've obsessed about right down to the last detail, I can't help but think I should have thought it through a little more." "You can still change your mind." She shook her head. "No, we're committed." "Or we should be," he said, and they both laughed.

Sometimes when you are trying not to think about something it keeps popping back in your head you can't help it you think about it and think about it and think about it until your brain feels like a squashed pea.

Paul Schrader drove past theaters in New York where the film originally played and were at once thrilled and sickened to see lines of young men dressed in Bickle's familiar outfit of army fatigues and blue jeans, waiting to see the film for, presumably, second and third go-rounds.

God, listen to him. Fucking pathetic, going on about the girl like he was Keats or something.

I want to be tangled up in all her strings.

I am obsessed with shopping for secondhand clothing. Nobody else has it, and it has a story that comes with it.

He'd performed like a well-oiled automaton last night, blocking out the reality of the woman taking her pleasure beneath him, banishing images of Billie that rushed time and again through his thoughts and threatened the steely control he maintained over his own orgasm. When at last he'd let himself go, one fevered word had pounded through his brain. Billie.