Quotes About Obsession

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us.

L'obsession de la rationalité est d'autant plus effrayante qu'elle ne répond plus guère à l'existence légitime de la raison, mais à la dictature de l'efficacité.

animal. In the end it was his passion that did him in.

Kids are like heroin -- an injection of pain when they're around, but even when they're not around it's like that next fix. You just can't stop thinking about it.

In a society obsessed with coupling (turn on the radio and try to find a song that's not about true love—getting it, wanting it, losing it, getting it back), the solitary acts as a contemporary court jester, telling truths about our communities that those certified by the laws of state and church are unable to perceive or unwilling to speak aloud.

According to Richard Clarke, the former White House counterterrorism chief, Bush was so obsessed with Iraq that he failed to take action against Osama Bin Laden despite repeated warnings from his intelligence experts.

I'm famous for splurging at fast-food places. I'm currently obsessed with Taco Bell's bean and cheese burritos with extra green sauce and extra cheese. Gluttony!

Mi amor enfermizo adoraba los libros no sólo por lo que decían sino por la materia de que eran, por el objeto en sí. Era un amor absoluto por los dos costados de la carne y el espíritu, como quien dice la total perdición.

Sería que esta raza novelera desertó también de la Virgen? ¿Por el fútbol?

Mad gone' may mean literally 'crazy about', but in the context it makes a bad pun on Maud Gonne, the Irish activist—politically and culturally—whom W. B. Yeats, in fact, came to be 'mad gone' on, proposing several times to her, but each time turned down. Yeats, unable to get the mother, eventually proposed to Maud's daughter, Iseult, in 1917.

Well-known, alas, is the case of the poor German who was very fond of three and who made each aspect of his life a thing of triads. He went home one evening and drank three cups of tea with three lumps of sugar in each cup, cut his jugular with a razor three times and scrawled with a dying hand on a picture of his wife good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.

Some men just like to watch the world burn.

There's such an extreme feeling to be in love, especially in quite an emotionally destructive relationship, where you're both kind of really bad for each other, but you love each other so much. Those extreme emotions, I think, can only be described with extreme imagery.

Since that day when he had kissed her in the house on Avenue Elisée Reclus, he hadn't been able to get the sensation of touching her skin out of his head.

Je passe mes jours et mes nuits à tenter d'oublier Claire. C'est un travail à plein temps. Le matin, en me réveillant, je sais que telle sera ma seule occupation jusqu'au soir. J'ai un nouveau métier: oublieur de Claire. L'autre jour, à déjeuner, Jean Marie Périer m'a asséné : -Quand tu sais pourquoi tu aimes quelqu'un , c'est que tu ne l'aimes pas.

À cet instant précis j'ai su que je donnerais n'importe quoi pour entrer dans sa vie, son cerveau, son lit, voire le reste.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.

Film lovers are sick people.

I am often asked at what point in my love affair with films I began to want to be a director or a critic. Truthfully, I don't know. All I know is that I wanted to get closer and closer to films.

Sometimes she felt she would like to engulf him like a trap-lantern, and never share him with anyone or anything else again, not even the light. Even his obsession with ruling Caverna pained her, as if the city were a woman, and a rival.

Je li to suština zaljubljenosti? Težiti onome što nikad ne?eš posti?i. Zagrliti jastuk, zrak ili rije?i koje ispijaš opet i opet iznova, kao smrtonosnu drogu.

You know Americans are obsessed with life and death and rebirth, that's the American Cycle. You know, awakening, tragic, horrible death and then Phoenix rising from the ashes. That's the American story, again and again.

Society has become so obsessed with sex that it seeps from all the pores of our national life.

It has always been a mark of decaying civilizations to become obsessed with sex. When people lose their way, their purpose, their will, and their goals, as well as their faith . . . they go "a whoring." It is a form of diversion that requires no thought, no character, and no restraint.