Quotes About Obsession

you're a butterfly and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high away, bye-bye), and I follow her each day because you are not a butterfly as long as she exists. You are not free to fly, fly away because she is a dangerous fucking pervert, photographing you, coveting you. Is there anything sicker than photographing someone while she's sleeping?

Everyone here wants so badly to be watched, noticed. And the upside is that the desire to be watched is a blindfold.

Love is kind, love is patient but also, mainly, above all - yes - Love is perverted.

But the most important thing I know is that I want the possibility of you more than the reality of Karen Minty.

But, know this, Beck: Every day I find a way to visit the pictures of you in my phone. I'm faithful.

It didn't occur to me that there was something decidedly odd in finding a box of razor blades aesthetically appealing. I wonder if a heroin addict loves the elegant simplicity of the needle, if a drinker romances the curve and shape of the bottle.

Anyone who's ever shifted from general affection and enthusiasm for a lover to outright obsession knows what I mean: the relationship is just there occupying a small corner of your heart, and then you wake up one morning and some undefinable tide has turned forever and you can't go back. You need it; it's a central part of who you are.

Love is the worst poison. Love has driven more men to murder than hate or greed ever did. And for love there is no known antidote.

Please then, can we stop this obsession with the tiny minority of writers who have made a fortune from their work, and/or those who look hot in their author pics. Please can we also stop dissolving into factions of the bestselling, the midlist, the self-published, the Hampstead-dwelling, those who like to write cheerful stories and those who prefer to write grim ones. And instead take a proper and considered look at the future of the entire profession of writing.

Among other things, he [Thomas] insist he will perish if he cannot take me to Venice and watch me fall into a canal.

I loved them desperately. For four years I lived for them.

I have never treasured any woman the way I treasure you now, this moment. You are all I think of, all I want.

I couldn't even see that woman because I have blinders on when you are around, and every single thought in my head is about you.

I loved her – my enemy – by choosing to not make her a substitute god to which I offered too many waking thoughts – bitter, acrimonious – as if they were a prayer.

Sure, he'd kill, she didn't doubt that, but she got the impression he'd rather leave you maimed someplace so you could die nice and slow. While he watched and took detailed notes so he'd do better the next time.

Guys won't admit it, but we're all obsessed with our biceps. I did three sets of ten reps, thirty-five pounds on each side. I knew I was pushing it, especially since we have practice this afternoon, but what the fuck. That was going to be my motto today. What the fuck.

I've got to stop getting obsessed with human beings and fall in love with a chair. Chairs have everything human beings have to offer, and less, which is obviously what I need. Less emotional feedback, less warmth, less approval, less patience and less response. The less the merrier. Chairs it is. I must furnish my heart with feelings for furniture.

George says that if you look at the person someone chooses to have "a relationship" with, you'll see what they think of themselves. So Harrison is what I think of myself. It's hardly a relationship, but nevertheless he is a choice. I examined all the options and chose the most likely to leave. No emotional investments. Never love for me—only obsession. Someone has to stand still for you to love them—my choices are always on the run.

I am catastrophically in love with you.

As happens with people who love a thing too much, it destroys them. Oscar Wilde said, 'You destroy the thing that you love.' It's the other way around. What you love destroys you.

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

I swear to you, I was never so alive as when I was winning this throne, or so dead as now that I've won it.

You want to know the horrible truth ? I cant even remember what she looked like! I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted..and 7 kingdoms couldnt fill the hole she left behind

Do you want to know the horrible truth? I can't even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted. Someone took her away from me, and seven kingdoms couldn't fill the hole she left behind. -Robert Baratheon