Quotes About Obsession

Elizabeth Báthory

Those who play with fire should expect to be consumed by it.

Earl…why? Why do you want Allen so badly?

I've never seen such a beautiful and noble person before. I'll capture you…and take you hooome!

shivers that settled in his belly and stayed there like moths in a jar.

Love makes us do wicked things.

People under the influence of cults is similar to that we observe in addicts. Typical behaviour for both includes draining bank accounts, neglecting children, destroying relations with family and losing interest in anything except the drug or cult.

It is easy to say that a fan can stay at home, or at home he can change a channel and watch something else. But it isn't as simple as that. A sports fan loves his sport. A fan in Toronto loves hockey, and if the Leafs are bad, he loses something he loves and has no way to replace the loss.

He couldn't keep his eyes off her face, wished she'd take off those damned sunglasses so he could see the eyes he'd known so well.

Did Danny feel the tentacles tightening? If so, it was not reflected in his research notes. He collected information on vicious killers and power brokers, but gave no clue that he thought they were coming after him.

Love is obsessed tolerance.

What do you make of him?" I asked Elizabeth. "Apart from the fact he's clearly insane?" "What can he learn from Konrad's blood?" I said. "Except that he needs it in his body to live!" "There is something ghoulish about it." "He's like a vampyre

What most people refer to as "Seriousness" is actually a sign of the ego. Most of us are "serious" because we are too self-obsessed - obsessed by our self-importance and our own notions of what is good, what is right, what is true, etc.

I may not here omit those two main plagues, and common dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people. They go commonly together.

Esse amor estático tão fortemente nos tomou que, alheando ao espírito outras preocupações mundanas, só nos comove a paixão de adquirir livros.

My real love is jewelry. I love glittery things. I can't help myself.

To let myself be, naked under the sun. To create internal silence. I have pursued this goal through all of life's twists and turns, almost like an idée fixe. This is the small and alarming idea that stands out in the midst of all other ideas and raises the volume of psychic noise, which is already quite considerable.

He was the man I mentioned who was obsessed by the idea that he had cancer, although X-rays had proved to him that it was all imaginary. Who or what caused this idea? It obviously derived from a fear that was not caused by observation of the facts. It suddenly overcame him and then remained.

You with me baby, cause there's no turning back after this, no way, once I slip into that sweet heat of yours, you're mine, do you hear me? You. Are. Fucking. Mine.

I fear I lose myself among books. I forget everything.

Wlepia? oczy w wymalowane kurwy jak g?odny w plastry ciel?ciny

Because, let's face it, checking "likes" is the new smoking.

The striking thing with Thoreau is not the actual content of the argument. After all, sages in earliest Antiquity had already proclaimed their contempt for possessions ... What impresses is the form of the argument. For Thoreau's obsession with calculation runs deep ... He says: keep calculating, keep weighing. What exactly do I gain, or lose?

Thoreau's obsession with calculation helps us move past the vague subjective sense that there are trade-offs inherent in digital clutter, and forces us instead to confront it more precisely. He asks us to treat the minutes of our life as a concrete and valuable substance—arguably the most valuable substance we possess—and to always reckon with how much of this life we trade