Quotes About Obsession

Remarkably, Darwin hadn't finished with barnacles yet. Three years later he produced a 684-page study of sessile cirripedes and a more modest companion work on the barnacle fossils not mentioned in the first work. "I hate a barnacle as no man ever did before," he declared upon the conclusion of the work, and it is hard not to sympathize.

Albert Snyder's mortal fall was outlined. The story had begun ten years earlier when Snyder, the lonely, balding art editor of Motor Boating magazine, had developed an infatuation with an office secretary of high spirits and light intellect named Ruth Brown.

Everyone suffered the same affliction: an inability to think about much else except the meal you're having now and the one you're having next.

Because you and you alone I can't block out, no matter how hard I try - and believe me, I've tried. I know where you are every second of every day. I know if you're having good or bad dreams while you sleep.

Anything worth doing is worth overdoing

Eres la mujer a la que no puedo ignorar

The charm of fame is so great, that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

It's like my whole life never happened, When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought. I know this dream, it might be crazy, But it's the only one I've got.

Mattis was a student of historian Barbara Tuchman's book The Guns of August about the outbreak of World War I. "He's obsessed with August 1914," one official said, "and the idea that you take actions, military actions, that are seen as prudent planning, and the unintended consequences are you can't get off the war train." A momentum to war builds, "and you just can't stop it.

She was obsessed with the idea of breaking with everything she had ever known or experienced, and starting on something new.

Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart.

What must one be, to rave year after year with delirious feverishness about nonexistent, long-extinct themes, and to know nothing, to see nothing around one!

Savoir qu'il existe des passions et ne pas les ressentir, c'est affreux.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

This man belongs to me, I want him!

All men are mad in some way or the other;

We've all become god's madmen, all of us.

Oh, quite!" agreed Byron. "I was with him again a few hours ago and could not get him to talk of any thing but his dead wife and how she is not really dead, but merely enchanted. And now he shrouds himself in Darkness and works Black Magic! There is something rather admirable in all this, do you not agree?

What is it about meter and cadence and rhythm that makes their makers mad?

sa's smell (the fragrance of a beautiful man) is what I miss the most. […] Like a virus his smell entered me and changed my cells, slowly, over years, until they craved only that smell, which was their oxygen.

My friends have hated Asa, first for monopolizing my mind, then for the endless discussions of him they were subjected to, finally, for making me unhappy.

Asa's smell (the fragrance of a beautiful man) is what I miss the most. […] Like a virus his smell entered me and changed my cells, slowly, over years, until they craved only that smell, which was their oxygen.

You want Felicity. And you're trying to buy her.' Deerhurst shoved him backward. 'What if I am? How is that different from you keeping a place you don't want just so you can hang about her? I've seen how you look at her.' Rafe shoved back, hard enough to send the earl staggering against the wall. 'Don't start something you won't be conscious for at the finish.

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.