Quotes About Obsession

I think they're being cheap with their lives, that's why. So they seem ravenous for the worst thoughts I can have.

I am sick of death and worst of all this sickness feeds on itself, the more afraid I am the more I am afraid the more I flee the more I am afraid the more I am haunted.

Think about the person you love for two minutes....... You feel like an addict who can't get a fix, you want more.

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What innumerable follies laid waste my waking and sleeping thoughts after that evening! I wished to annihilate the tedious intervening days. I chafed against the work of school. At night in my bedroom and by day in the classroom her image came between me and the page I strove to read.

perfume of embraces all him assailed with hungered flesh obscurely he mutely craved to adore

The Great Whore of Babylon is a commanding mistress. Once she widens her thighs and takes you inside her, she never lets go.

money and money and money, the one item that human beings will go to any lengths to acquire.

An addict of any kind is always on the lookout for newer, more intense experiences. After a time he builds up an immunity to the rush of sensation he receives from his addiction. He seeks greater heights, higher stakes.

Under those blue pajamas was a shape to set a man nuts . . . .

Veda began it, but when she finished it, or whether she finished it, Mildred never quite knew. Little quivers went through her and they kept going through her the rest of the night, during the supper party, when Veda sat with the white scarf wound around her throat, during the brief half hour, while she undressed Veda, and put the costume away; in the dark, while she lay there alone, trying to sleep, not wanting to sleep. This was the climax of Mildred's life.

She may have found a little more than peace. There was something unnatural, a little unhealthy, about the way she inhaled Veda's smell as she dedicated the rest of her life to this child who had been spared, as she resolved that the restaurant must open today, as advertised, and that it must not fail.

Unless I miss my guess, Yolly is about to become obsessed with horses. It's practically a stage on Piaget's developmental profile.

He'd given up squid merchanting when he'd found that the creatures inhabited his dreams, all leggy and cold.

She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.

Why aren't crazy people content to take over, like, one town? It always has to be the whole word. They can't just control maybe twenty people. The have to control everyone. The can't just be stinking rich. The can't just do genetic experiments on a couple unlucky few. They have to put something in the water. In the air. To get everyone. I was tired of all of it.

There're no boys left is what you meant," she continued bitterly, cocking her head. "No Dylan. No Fang. No more cute guys to obsess over you." I pressed my lips together and stared at her. "What?" But Nudge was on a roll. "Poor, poor Max," she said, finding some ancient cans of tuna and an old jar of hearts of palm. Who eats that? "How are you going to survive with no one to fight over your attention?

I'm here to say that moonshine has nothing on love- and lust

Some people are not just afraid of snakes, they're phobic. The technical term for a snake phobia is ophidiophobia, and people who have it dream of snakes, see snakes under every rock or rumple in the carpet, and freak out when they see snakes on TV.

Never Enough" from The Greatest Showman.

If!" Tox spat. "If, if, if. You know how many miserable fucking losers have driven themselves into the ground trying to chase down ifs?

You may be the only person who's rooting for the serial killer.

The guy's got a CCI sheet so long it begins with 'Call me Ishmael.

I'm a little bit of a control freak when it comes to my music, unfortunately.