Quotes About Obsession

Money, it turned out, was exactly like sex; you thought of nothing else if you didn't have it and thought of other things if you did.

Fanaticism consists in redoubling your efforts when you have forgotten your aim.

The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still.

The maxim "Nothing avails but perfection" may be spelled "Paralysis."

Perfectionism is slow death.

If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it.

A mind which really lays hold of a subject is not easily detached from it.

What shadows we are, what shadows we pursue!

He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.

Great sport begins at a point where it has ceased to be healthy.

Become so wrapped up in something that you forget to be afraid.

The exclusive worship of the bitch-goddess Success is our national disease.

The time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.

Worry is a complete cycle of inefficient thought revolving about a pivotal fear.

Blind zeal can only do harm.

Addiction has a more powerful pull than just about anything else on earth.

He was obsessed with the fear of making a mistake. Sometimes he was convinced it was impossible to do anything else, and that if anyone got anything right it was purely by chance.

Svaka istinska, velika strast traži samo?u i bezimenost. ?ovek koji služi svojoj strasti želi da ostane nevi?en i neznan, nasamo sa predmetom svoje strasti, i o svemu drugom voli i ume više i bolje da govori nego o tome što je glavni predmet njegovih misli i želja. ?ak i porok ima svoj stid i svoje obzire, iako naopake i neobi?ne.

Winning can be addictive

What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?

Sometimes I just want to gobble you whole, eat you alive. You're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful.

Why do you always have to put you and McNab and sex in my head? It brings pain no blocker can cure.

Roarke glanced over at the monitor briefly, saw Eve on screen facing a woman who'd tried to make herself her twin. The hair, the eyes. She didn't come close, he thought, then forced himself to look away from the beat of his heart, and work to save her. Roarke tuned it out, all of it. Just the sound of Eve's voice - not the words, just the sound of her voice - was all he let in as he worked to lift the most important lock of his life.

He could want her, every minute of every day. Was certain he would go on wanting her after he was dead and gone. She was the pulse, the reason, the breath.