Quotes About Obsession

Trust is not an obsession, it's an extension of love. When we truly love someone, we give them our heart to hold in their hands. And when that love is returned, that very trust is balm to our souls.

And one bad mistake which is called love..Can drive you insane till rapture..

To me, love was a drug. Jett was my drug.

I do not want to eat or drink, or i will lose the taste of you in my mouth

He wanted revenge and I knew he would not stop until he got it. I had to hope he would run out of fuel.

Ce se intamplace in inima iubitei mele,ce gol ramasese acolo nestrabatut de patima mea si care o inghitea acum in intregime?

Si mai era ceva, un amanunt care m-a obsedat apoi multa vreme: mana intreaga parea goala, degetele acelea palide si nervoase erau parca facute anume ca sa poarte un inel, si inelul acesta le lipsea. Era o mana pura, nelogodita, monahala...

nimeni n-a încercat, înc?, s? treac? peste obsesia "înÈ›elegerii" vieÈ›ii ca s? colaboreze cu ea; cel puÈ›in, nimeni în Europa

I want her face to feel at home on an ancient coin, he said. I want her eyes to harm me.

As mankind grew obsessed with its hours, the sorrow of lost time became a permanent hole in the human heart. People fretted over missed chances, over inefficient days; they worried constantly about how long they would live, because counting life's moments had led, inevitably, to counting them down. Soon, in every nation and in every language, time became the most precious commodity.

And thus unknowingly, Dor began to serve his sentence -- to hear every plea from every soul who desired more of the thing he had first identified, the thing that moved man further from the simple light of existence and deeper into the darkness of his own obsessions. Time.

They gave up days and weeks of their lives, addicted to someone else's drama

the thing that moved man further from the simple light of existence and deeper into the darkness of his own obsessions. Time.

But, every once in a while, even the most normal of people act in ways that surprise themselves, doing things they might never have imagined themselves doing because they're excited, or they're obsessed, or they're in love.

Everyone hates him. Me – I think I can see the sun shine when he bends over.

Is getting filthy rich still your goal above all goals, your be-all and end-all, the mist-shrouded high-altitude spawning pond to your inner salmon?

I read it over and over again, until I notice the paper getting wet, the ink blurring into little flowers.

It does take time. From the day I laid eyes on her, I wished Miss Louise Grady could just once look at me and see me. For years I kept that twinkling chance like a jewel in a box. That's what unrequited means.

poetry which she loved rather as it might be assumed a cat loves birds; poetry, especially the declamatory sort, excited and possessed her; she would pounce on the stuff, play with it quivering in her mind

I have only ever read one book in my life, and that is White Fang. It's so frightfully good I've never bothered to read another.

Book lust forever!

You're the only right thing I've ever wanted.

He wasn't unkind, but he had all Sarkan's obsessive hunger for explanation, with none of his willingness to bend. If Ballo couldn't find it in a book, that meant it couldn't be so, and if he found it in three books, that meant it was the unvarnished truth.

The object of your definite chief aim should become your hobby. You should ride this hobby continuously; you should sleep with it, eat with it, play with it, work with it, live with it and THINK with it.