Quotes About Obsession

I fell in love with football as I was later to fall in love with women: suddenly, inexplicably, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain or disruption it would bring with it.

I have always been accused of taking the things I love - football, of course, but also books and records - much too seriously, and I do feel a kind of anger when I hear a bad record, or when someone is lukewarm about a book that means a lot to me.

I don't think you can call it stalking when it's just phone calls and letters and emails and knocking on the door.

In Victorian London they used to burn phosphorus at seances in an attempt to see ghosts, and I suspect that the pop-music equivalent is our obsession with B-sides and alternate versions and unreleased material.

I have measured out my life in Arsenal fixtures, and any event of any significance has a footballing shadow.

These things are going to eat away at me... I rewrite the script in my head until it's 100-proof poison, and none of it helps at all.

I'll have got him out of my system." "I hope not." "Really?" "What would there be left of you, if you did?

I will always be grateful to her for creating in me the narcotic need to hear her song again and again. It is, after all, a harmless need, easily satisfied, and there are few enough of those in the world.

When we first split up, he called me a stalker, but that's like an emotive word, stalker, isn't it? I don't think you can call it stalking when it's just phone calls and letters and emails and knocking on the door. And I only turned up at his work twice. Three times, if you count his Christmas party, which I don't, because he said he was going to take me to that anyway.

About obsessed fans:] If you wanted to get into people's living rooms, could you then object if they wanted to get into yours?

O verdadeiro amor é um fogo no coração. É um sentimento alegre e maravilhoso. Uma magnífica agonia. É ser incapaz de comer, de pensar e nem sequer de respirar a menos que se esteja perto do objecto no nosso afecto. É não nos sentirmos completos sem essa pessoa...

No, I won't let you go, Marcus thought fiercely. He was conscious of a savage urge to carry Arabella far away from here, captive, in his sole possession, until she finally agreed to wed him and give him her heart.

Abduction is a romantic expression of passion.

Having begun to feel, people's desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions.

If something is worth doing - it's worth overdoing.

I don't think there is a thrill that can go though the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success...such emotions make a man forget food, sleep, friends, love, everything.

All repeated acts or operations I performed had to be divisible by three and if I missed I felt impelled to do it all over again, even if it took hours.

I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success....Such emotions make a man forget food, sleep, friends, love, everything...an inventor has so intense a nature with so much of it wild, passionate quality, that in giving himself to a woman he might love, he would give everything, and so take everything from his chosen field.

Para contemplar la belleza de Layla hay que tener los ojos de Majnún.

I want him to stop seeing her. I want him to say he never really loved her. I want him to say he must have been crazy. I want her to die. I want him to die, too. I thought you said you wanted him back, said Ellis. I do, I said, but I want him back dead.

I was fascinated by the story. I couldn't believe that anyone would be so sexually driven that he might actually skip lunch- and after an auction. I think of myself as a healthy person with a strong sex drive, but it's never occurred to me to forego meals.

He trailed off as he saw the books. Piles and stacks of them beside the sofa, another stack on the coffee table, a sea of them on her dining table. Jesus Christ, Dane, you need treatment.

The need to take her was raging, some fatal drug that stabbed into his veins, speeding up his heartbeat and clouding his mind.

You're well and truly hooked, Gallagher, he thought, and decided he rather enjoyed the sensation.