Quotes About Obsession

She pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing. Devouring. Or it was seven pairs of boots climbing up the stairs to find her.

We break off obsession by laughing at ourselves, by learning to be funny, by just seeing the joy in life and by having a terrific love for this world.

Love - a grave mental disease.

She found a dark satisfaction in pain—because that pain came from him.

Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

I'd sell my soul to have you. In my whole life, you'll always be what I wanted most."~ Hardy Cates

..And i can't get you out of my mind, God knows how hard I've tried

We all romanticize the people we adore.

I always watch you. You consume my every thought.

She disliked me. But she worshipped my brother. He didn't see her, not really. Not like I did.

What you love too violently finishes by killing you.

My captive. My wife. My entire world.I will love her to the end of time, and I will never, ever let her go.

You are the sum of my infatuation and infinite devotion.

Too much of anything is not good. But I love her too much.

Was it cruel if someone asked for it? Begged for it, even? She always begged. Even now, I could hear her whimpering for me. Christ, those noises she made. A one-way ticket to heaven.

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic

The poor wretch was doubtless torturing himself, after the manner of the insane, with needless thoughts of pain.

In his writings, Patton was shameless about his ambition to woo Lena to be his bride. He detailed the gradual progress he made, playing music for her on his violin, writing her poems, beguiling her with stories, engaging her in conversation. It was clear that he obsessed over her. He knew what he wanted and never relented until she was his.

But with all their mocking they had only hardened his resolve. And the odd thing was, they took a perverse pleasure in it, as though they really didn't want him to recant. He could see the excitement in their faces, and he almost pitied them their devilish obsession. Their souls were in more peril than his. His body might burn, but their souls were being consumed by the fires of their hatred. (p. 365-366)

I tried to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body

Her need is so immense that you become surrounded by it; this need is so enormous that you realize you can actually control it, and I know this because I've done it before.

I like the idea of a writer being haunted by his own creation, especially if the writer resents the way the character defines him.