Quotes About Obsession

Why didn't you tell me that the only thing worth loving is an actress?

For each man kills the thing he loves yet each man does not die he does not die a death of shame on a day of dark disgrace nor have a noose about his neck, nor a cloth upon his face nor drop feet foremost through the floor into an empty space He does not sit with silent men who watch him night and day Who watch him when he tries to weep and when he tries to pray Who watch him lest himself should rob the prison of its prey

But I loved Narcissus because as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw ever my own beauty mirrored.

Your mysterious young friend, whose name you have never told me, but whose picture really fascinates me, never thinks.

He seems to read nothing but my books, and says his one desire is to 'follow in my footsteps'! But I have told him that they lead to terrible places.

The worst vice of a fanatic is his sincerity.

a really GRANDE PASSION is comparatively rare nowadays. It is the privilege of people who have nothing to do.

I would give my soul for that!

I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.

He loves first editions, especially of women: little girls are his passion.

Lord Henry went out to the garden and found Dorian Gray burying his face in the great cool lilac-blossoms, feverishly drinking in their perfume as if it had been wine.

passion makes one think in a circle

He had mad hungers that grew more ravenous as he fed them.

He repeated her name over and over again. The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.

then suddenly become fascinated by some one else. He would be a wonderful study.

Les personnes qui m'ont adoré (...) se sont obstinées à vivre bien au-delà du terme de mon amour pour elles ou de leur amour pour moi.

I only knew that I had seen perfection face to face, and that the world had become wonderful to my eyes-- to wonderful, perhaps, for in such mad worships there is peril, the peril of losing them, no less than the peril of keeping them...

I only knew that I had seen perfection face to face, and that the world had become wonderful to my eyes-- too wonderful, perhaps, for in such mad worships there is peril, the peril of losing them, no less than the peril of keeping them...

Not worthy! Why, the whole world is nothing to me compared with her.

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He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.

She saw Narcissus roaming through the country, / Saw him, and burned, and followed him in secret / Burning the more she followed, as when sulfur / Smeared on the rim of torches, catches fire / When other fire comes near it. Oh, how often / She wanted to come near with coaxing speeches, / Make soft entreaties to him! / But her nature / Sternly forbids...

And then something truly bizarre happened. I could feel his touch through our eyes. I couldn't look away from him. The girl in front of him seemed to disappear, and all there was in the hallway was him and the sweet, beautiful smell of his blood.

On writing Jeeves and Wooster stories]: You tell yourself that you can take Jeeves stories or leave them alone, that one more can't possibly hurt you, because you know you can pull up whenever you feel like it, but it is merely wish-full thinking. The craving has gripped you and there is no resisting it. You have passed the point of no return.