Quotes About Obsession

What makes us want to know the worst? Is it that we tire of preferring to know the best? Does curiosity always hurdle self-interest? Or is it, more simply, that wanting to know the worst is love's favourite perversion?

Monomania. Monogamy. Monotony. Nothing good begins this way.

Enforced monogamy is as much to say enforced happiness, which we know is not possible. Unenforced monogamy might seem possible. Romantic monogamy might seem to be desirable. But the first normally collapses back into a version of enforced monogamy, while the second is liable to become obsessive and hysterical. And thereby lies close to monomania. We should always distinguish between mutual passion and shared monomania.

The bitch, I thought. If there was one woman in the entire world a man could fall in love with and still think life worth refusing, it was Veronica.

When you're in the world looking for only one thing, you find it or it finds you. The obsession can be mutual

Her mind was obsessively playing and replaying his words of five minutes ago. And finally she could contain them no longer. 'Was she pretty?' she mimicked the vicar's creaky tones. 'Very,' she answered, in a very good imitation of the viscount's own baritone. Kit snorted a laugh. But really, Kit had waxed almost lyrical about Caroline Allston--- Caro, no doubt. Susannah wondered of Caro was carved on the viscount's heart the way it was on the oak, scarred and thick with age.

You speak like a jealous lover. -Fola to Broichan

I wouldn't mind being injured if that would bring Satsuko pleasure, and a mortal injury would be all the better. Yet to think of being trampled to death, not by her but by her dog…

Si dice che un amore eccessivo susciti un odio cento volte più grande.

Quiero que ella me vuelva loco de celos. Deseo que me haga sospechar que ha ido demasiado lejos. Quiero que haga eso.

Her eyes, nose, hands, feet... Each part was a supreme delicacy, and I was insatiable.

It was as if, without realizing it, I had been completely disarmed by her legs.

Perhaps it would be better to say that, rather than losing their passion, they had frozen it by over-idealizing it.

The lecher in general is like an honest, hardworking investigator who, once aware of a mystery, will go to any length to solve it.

For no apparent reason, Mai found herself thinking of a pretty girl rotting at the bottom of a well.

As I gave my hand to one and then another of the Winter Knights, hoping to forget Kian's kiss in the arms of the other dancers, I could feel Kian's eyes piercing through me, their flame-tinged ice searing through my soul.

Think about it. For the sake of fame, men will risk great dangers. They put themselves in the jaws of death more than for their children. For fame, they will spend their money like water and work their fingers to the bone. Have you not observed this in your own home?

He repeated a thing he'd said many times before—that most religions were obsessed with policing female sexual behavior, that for many it was their entire raison d'être. He described the sexual herding done by male chimpanzees. "The only difference," he said, "is that no chimp has ever claimed he was following God's orders.

Instead I watched our mother obsessively for signs of breakage.

He repeated a thing he'd said many times before – that most religions were obessed with policing female sexual behavior, that for many it was their entire raison d'être. He described the sexual herding done by male chimpanzees. "The only difference," he said, "is that no chimp has ever claimed he was following God's orders.

As she let the mirage of a distant ruined town lull her into a meditative state, she could detect both of them in her mind somehow, and they felt…similar. Both obsessive; both so committed to their mission that anything was permissible in completing it.

He talked about how people always obsess about lies. Damn lies, But no one really understands that the real danger is truth.

That's when you fall in love with somebody. The lust and fucking like rabbits and letting your life fall to shit so you can be around him—that's passion. It's borderline obsession. And it always burns itself out. You know that, Liddie. That high never, ever lasts.

No one saw it at the time, but her addiction had never been about the high, it has been about the escape. She had been actively seeking ways to destroy herself.