Quotes About Obsession

I don't understand why this isn't enough for you. Why the world isn't enough for you. Why you are so obsessed with magic when you have all the wonder of humanity around you.

I must write…I like to write. Sometimes I'm afraid that I like it too much because when I get into work I don't want to leave it. As a result I'll go for days without leaving the house or wherever I happen to be. I'll go out long enough to get papers and pick up some food and that's it. It's strange, but instead of hating writing I love it too much. --Harper Lee

I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.

I can see how I am always in perpetual motion through time, how I can never stop, obsessed with the past, projecting myself into the future, clutching at and always failing to grasp the wisp of now.

all lovers are vampires)

Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?

I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.

He was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.

There are things in that wallpaper that nobody knows about but me, or ever will.Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day.It is always the same shape, only very numerous.And it is like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern.

It is the strangest yellow, that wallpaper! It makes me think of all the yellow things I ever saw - not beautiful ones like buttercups, but old foul, bad yellow things.

Great. First the anonymous call. Now letters. Body parts all over town. It was like a scavenger hunt for psychos. Running after clues with a half-deranged, serial-killer-obsessed, recovering-addict cop was not a good idea. Then again...

SHE EATS THE POOR AND MAKES SHELLS OUT OF HER LOVERS

The doctor paused and measured his words carefully, scratching and stroking at his wiry broad mustache as if it were a beloved terrier curled under his nose. Matthew wondered what other psychiatrists saw in that repetitive gesture—masturbation? obsession for a long-gone pet?

Almost an addiction. Like smoking, when you know it is bad for you but you can't seem to leave it.

Vinyl is Satan's resin.

@AnonymousVoyeur, tweet, 2012

I couldn't live a week without a private library - indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.

I think we have become obsessed with beauty and personally I'm really saddened by the way women mutilate their faces today in search of that.

I wonder what I'll ever have control of. Rejection breeds obsession, so they say. I left my heart and all my hope, my vindicated tales of woe in Sweden on a freezing winter day.

I wish I had 11 hands with 55 fingers so I could paint and write and fuck and feed and grab grab grab everything. I. Want. It. All. It must be mine.

Clarimonde sitzt am Fenster und spinnt. Fäden, lange, dünne, unendlich feine Fäden. Sie macht ein Gewebe daraus, ich weiß nicht, was es werden soll. Und ich kann nicht begreifen, wie sie dies Netz machen kann, ohne immer wieder die zarten Fäden zu verwirren und zu zerreißen. Es sind wunderliche Muster in ihrer feinen Arbeit, Fabeltiere und merkwürdige Fratzen.

I don't necessarily love the sports per se, I love the stories behind them. Also in a kind of perverse way I like to study what it does to us, why we care so much. It's caring about something that's utterly meaningless.

The art and passion of reading well and deeply is waning, but [Jane] Austen still inspires people to become fanatical readers.

Don Vicente, a monk of the Convent of Pobla in Aragon, murdered several collectors in order to get their best books;