Quotes About Obsession

She did not know quite yet how she had come to rely, to feed upon this anger, her only appetite.

Brooding on murder had turned their brains to milk.

She was in love. In love with the same man she'd always been in love with-God save her.

How could she not know he was thinking about sex? he wondered. It was all he'd been thinking about for the last eighteen hours, give or take a few minutes spent thinking about keeping them both alive. Oh, yeah, and twice he'd thought about food, once about her mother, and once he'd checked to make sure he had an extra mag for his Glock.

Lovnad i djupaste snøen frå Siss til Unn: Det lovar eg deg at eg ikkje vil tenke på noko anna enn deg. Tenke på alt eg veit om deg. Tenke på deg heime og på skolen, og på skolevegen. Tenke på deg heile dagen, og dersom eg vaknar om natta.

Their lust to win the love of mortals away from God knows no bounds.

On the other hand, Alvin was looking for the perfect daughter who would love him with complete devotion, the way he loved himself. Unable to find such a daughter, he'd killed all of the girls, satisfied that he was at least punishing the fathers.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

love, all at once and much, much too completely. It's like you suddenly turn a blinding light on something that had always been half a shadow...

Unrequited love, she was discovering, was much worse when one actually saw the object of one's desire.

No man fell so blindingly into love that he no longer held a preference for his tea. This was England, for heaven's sake. More to the point, this was tea

'Snow White' is an old fairy tale, so obviously the idea of vanity and obsession with youth is long-standing. With today's science, people have become crazy with trying to move their face around. It's bizarre.

Why does the writing make us chase the writer? Why can't we leave well enough alone? Why aren't the books enough?

Writing is my obsession, my passion. My relationship with it is one of the most complex and agonizing and richly vexing that I have in my life.

My hand is whole, unblemished. It's still attached to my arm. It feels contaminated, though, and I have the strongest urge to wash my hands. I can control that urge, wash them later.

What I find most upsetting about this new all-consuming beauty culture is that the obsession with good looks, and how you can supposedly attain them, is almost entirely female-driven.

I love my husband like a pig loves shit.

For stalker food, Martha Stewart is the woman to go to.

Suffice it to say that the LOR has usurped the place of my own work, now adorned with cobwebs and dust in a remote corner of my office.

Skill alone cannot teach or produce a great short story, which condenses the obsession of the creature; it is a hallucinatory presence manifest from the first sentence to fascinate the reader, to make him lose contact with the dull reality that surrounds him, submerging him in another that is more intense and compelling.

qué otra cosa es el amor sino reincidencia

There was a time when I thought a great deal about the axolotls. I went to see them in the aquarium at the Jardin des Plantes and stayed for hours watching them, observing their immobility, their faint movements. Now I am an axolotl.

I'm going to think only about you, it's the only way I'm conscious of myself...

I'm getting close to ubiquity, and going crazy is just one step away