Quotes About Obsession

In my psychological studies," Jones explained, "I have observed that religion is not restraining in a moral see. Religion is not the same as ethics. Religion in its fanatic state may be a passion devoid of morality that will take any means to an end.

I hate the fact that it obsesses me so much. Who're we gonna end up with? It's a race, and everyone else is on the tracks and I'm at the wrong venue, with the wrong shoes on." "That's rubbish. He's out there, I promise." "How do you know?" " I don't," said Elle firmly. " I just like to kid myself that he is. And if he's not, well, there's more to life than just hanging around ruining your life waiting for him. Much more.

There ought to be a law against the sun rising and setting for you in somebody else.

There is a lure in power. It can get into a man's blood just as gambling and lust for money have been known to do.

I sank back on that couch, looking at Peggy Walker, wanting her. It happened that fast and that terribly. If it never happened to you like that, count yourself among the lucky, and God how I pity you. That's the way it happened to me, and I looked at Peggy and knew everything I wanted was there, the ankles, the breasts, the smell of her hair. I

Quinn's Theory of Relativity' The likelihood of the relationship ending in divorce is directly related to the number of arguments during rehearsals,obsessive preparation and teh bride's budget on self.

crushes are often just misplaced ambition

I got a fascination with food.

This is what Grandma was worried about, you know.' 'Me eating a whole chocolate cake practically all by myself in a single sitting?' 'You falling in love with a computer geek. Sure, they have good stock options and smokin' hot bods, but what about that dark side of genius that reanimates the dead?

Books are to me as homemade tattoos are to an inmate. Can't get enough of them.

I cannot imagine a world in which one can read Jane Austen only once.

A great passion has no partner.

She knew how much I needed her. And now she was teasing, playing games. I looked at her and watched her turn into a sex symbol in front of my eyes. She did not look sweet and virginal and lovely anymore. I looked at the very simple summer dress and saw breasts and belly and hips. I looked at her eyes and saw lust as naked as my own.

I have always been reconciled to the fact that I was born a bibliomaniac, never have I sought a cure, and my dearest friends have been drawn from those likewise suffering from book madness.

I feel that my tendency to acquire books is rather like someone smoking two packs a day: it's a terrible vice that I wish I could shuck. I love my books, and with all their dog-ears and underlinings they are irreplaceable; but I sometimes wish they'd just vanish. ~ Claire Messud, author of The Emperor's Child.

A hobby is, of course, an abomination, as are all consuming interests and passions that do not lead directly to large, personal gain.

The thing you love right away, don't do it, because that's the very thing that's going to be your addiction for the rest of your life.

I saw her walking past my house every week. She kept getting bigger and bigger. It was like she was mocking me. It was so unfair. All the people who work here are poor, uneducated, and illegal. The only thing they're good at is cleaning toilets and getting pregnant. Nobody would miss her

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 and 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.

Jet-black hair curled slightly against his neck and around his ears, and his eyes . . . oh, those eyes . . . cold, dark, and dangerous as black ice on a frozen highway.

Baby, you're so fine, I'd drink a tub of your bath water.

I'm a golfaholic, no question about that. Counseling wouldn't help me. They'd have to put me in prison, and then I'd talk the warden into building a hole or two and teach him how to play.

Sig mig nu hr. Fern, hvorfor slog De på den gong-gong? - Jeg har altid brændt efter at knalde løs på sådan en gong-gong! - Altid … - Nå ja, siden jeg så den. Vi snakker en tid om gong-gonger. Om eventuelle personlige gong-gonger skulle dukke op og meddele sig tværs over afgrunden. - Gong-gonger siger mig intet! siger jeg. - Jeg kan blot godt lide at slå på dem!

Why did an entire country fall in love, go gaga over him?