Quotes About Obsession

Our world is obsessed with success. But how does God define success? Success in God's eyes is faithfulness to His calling.

What began as an apparently harmless pastime has ended up as a frightening, overpowering addiction or obsession.

Every Christian should become an ambassador of Christ . . .every Christian should be so intoxicated with Christ and so filled with holy fervor that nothing could ever quench his [passion] . . .Let us capture some of the magnificent obsession that [the] early Christians had!

Today our world is mad in its obsession with pleasure, sex, and money. Its ear is too dull to hear the truth. Most men's eyes are blind. They do not want to see. They do not want to hear. They hurry to their doom.

People who are clinically depressed have their own disturbances with food. For some, it's as if hand to mouth were an involuntary reflex, as if food could fill the abyss. Which it can't, and they grow fat, which does nothing good for their state of mind. The others are rarely hungry or else they are never hungry. They emaciate, become insubstantial, a manifestation of the wish to disappear. Bunny is one of the thin ones.

I get obsessed by little nerdy things in my corner that no one else is interested in.

When people would ask me what I'm addicted to, I always said 'music.' And while they'd laugh it off like it's a cliché, I'm actually a complete shopaholic when it comes to records. I'd literally buy 10 albums a week for years, so when I went to that Virgin Records and it said 'going out of business,' my heart stopped.

A passion, an obsession, a romance, a nice acquaintanceship with trees, sand, and water.

For thirty-five years now I've been compacting old paper and books, living as I do in a land that has known how to read and write for fifteen generations; living in a onetime kingdom where it was and still is a custom, an obsession, to compact thoughts and images patiently in the heads of the population, thereby bringing them ineffable joy and even greater woe; living among people who will lay down their lives for a bale of compacted thoughts.

my husband can't pass by a beautiful birch tree or a beautiful spruce without just standing there, thunderstruck, watching... I'll have to be careful he doesn't merge with those trees body and soul, careful not to lose him altogether.

living in a onetime kingdom where it was and still is a custom, an obsession, to compact thoughts and images patiently in the heads of the population, thereby bringing them ineffable joy and even greater woe; living among people who will lay down their lives for a bale of compacted thoughts.

Cz?owiek jest jak ?ma: na o?lep rwie si? do ognia, cho? go boli i cho? si? w nim spali. Robi to jednak dopóty – doda? po namy?le – dopóki nie oprzytomnieje. I tym ró?ni si? od ?my...

Our whole social order could self-destruct over the obsession with freedom disconnected from responsibility; where choice is imagined to be somehow independent of consequences.

obsessão pelo cliente; simplicidade; propensão à ação; propriedade; e padrões elevados de talento.

when given the choice of obsessing over competitors or obsessing over customers, we always obsess over customers

Like most things that were good or bad for you, you reach a stage where what started as a happy habit turns into something of an obsession.

Adam had always found him to be mild-mannered and well-meaning, if not somewhat didactic and dull, but Adam had also noticed of late that Cal Gottesman's behavior had grown increasingly odd in direct proportion to his son's improvement.

Not all overly attentive boyfriends are psychos—but all psychos are overly attentive boyfriends

water cascading down her back, across her thighs, cool against her belly, her head laid back and white water bubbling through the shining black veil of her hair, touching each strand, silkily shining it with moisture; her eyes closed in simple pleasure; that face, the right face, the special face, the certain face of the woman he had always looked for without looking, hunted silently for, without acknowledging the search; lusted for, without feeling worthy of the hunger.

Und er ging auf die Suche nach dem Wahnsinnigen, der seinen Namen in Großbuchstaben schrieb.

In other words, serial killers are, by and large, sexual psychopaths of a particularly depraved variety—deviants who can only achieve orgasmic release by making other people die.

I never loved reading until I feared I would lose it. One does not love breathing.

Until I feared I would loose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing. I