Quotes About Obsession

When it came to Gideon, I was more than willing to be devoured.

You can't live without me!!

If you're in the same room with me, I don't see anyone else

There's nothing you could say that would affect anything. If she wanted my money, I'd give her every cent. If she wanted another man, I'd make her forget him.

We both had hang-ups, insecurities, and an addiction to each other that required regular contact to keep us functioning properly. I hated being apart from him. I rarely went more than a couple of hours without thinking of him.

I'm obsessed with you, angel. Addicted to you. You're everything I've ever wanted or needed, everything I've ever dreamed of. You're everything. I live and breathe you. For you.

Aku selalu melihatmu, Angel. Sejak kau menemukanku, aku tidak melihat apapun selain dirimu

i'm obsessed with you, angel. Addicted to you. You're everything I've ever wanted or needed, everything I've ever dreamed of. You're everything. I live and breathe for you

appearance at the Crossfire.

Después de esto no voy a ser capaz de separarme de ti, Gia. Para bien o para mal, eres mía.

Aku selalu melihatmu, Angel. Sejak kau menemukanku, aku tidak melihat apapun selain dirimu (Gideon Cross)

Gideon Cross. Just thinking of his name sent a heated flare of longing through my tightly strung body. From the moment I first saw him—saw through his stunning and impossibly gorgeous exterior to the dark and dangerous man inside—I'd felt the pull that came from finding the other half of myself. I needed him like I needed my heart to beat, and he'd put himself in great jeopardy, risking everything—for me.

How's your mom?" "Well . . . she's Mom. Beautiful, charming, and obsessive-compulsive.

You're the only thing I've ever wanted just for me. Selfishly.

No day is safe from news of you. --from The Rival, written July 1961

The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.

I wish you'd find the exit out of my head.

What obsession do men have for destruction and murder? Who do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled 'enemy?

It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and in the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible for my seeing it in the first place, and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadavers head around with me on a string, like some black, noseless balloon stinking of vinegar.

I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache

I am not sure why, but I love food more than just about anything else.

There is something demoralising about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in that room

What love did then, love does now: Gnaws me through.

I had never met a woman-hater before. I could tell Marco was a woman-hater, because in spite of all the models and TV starlets in the room that night he paid attention to nobody but me. Not out of kindness or even curiosity, but because I'd happened to be dealt to him, like a playing card in a pack of identical cards.