Quotes About Obsession

She's beautiful. She's the only woman - I've told you this, right? -Naturelle is the only woman I fantasize about after sleeping with her. I still do. Sometimes I'm riding the subway and all I can think about is getting home and getting her naked. p125

I send my friends e-mail messages about the progress of my garden, especially of my roses. It left them with the impression, I think, that I was concerned with nothing else. I felt no urgency in correcting that notion. People obsessed with their gardens have probably caused the least suffering in the world of any category of men.

There's something about music that encourages people to want to know more about the person that made it, and where it was recorded, what year it was done, what they were listening to, and all this kind of stuff. There's something that invites all this obsessive behavior.

One by one, my pals from the old days drifted away, checking on me every once in a while and, seeing that there was nothing to be done—I would not listen to anyone at the time, no matter what they said—eventually leaving me to my obsession.

Sometimes addiction seems more like possession, a death grip from Satan that requires supernatural intervention. Absolution from end-stage chemical obsession tends to force otherwise faithless men to their knees.)

You know, those unboxing videos you see everywhere on YouTube. They are the epitome of consumerist fetishism.

She pulled the phone back to look at her photo, then, drawn by its ruthless intensity, kissed the image. Her lips left semen smears on the screen. Commodity fetishism at its finest.

He was alone in the world, and the world was Natalie. Usually

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I don't like to produce albums. I hate producing albums, as a matter of fact, because I'm an obsessed mixer and I can't leave it alone.

Every one of her foxey ways was now so absolutely precious to him that I believe that if he had known for certain she was dead, and had thoughts of marrying a second time, he would never have been happy with a woman. No, indeed, he would have been more tempted to get himself a tame fox, and would have counted that as good a marriage as he could make.

He craved Mildred's body and he couldn't do without it, and that was the one and only reason he went on living with her.

Honor" is different from '"dignity." Honor is an obsession with status, with a sense that status can be lost, and therefore any sign of disrespect must be treated as a challenge that must be suppressed.

The author describes megalomania as seen in Chairman Mao by saying that what he was familiar with, he was really familiar with. This zeal moved the megalomaniac with a complete lack of appreciation for what he DID NOT know.

he was so obsessed by the action in front of him that he had no awareness of the growing reaction to his performance.

This boundless drive for enrichment, this passionate chase after value, is common to the capitalist and the miser; but while the miser is merely a capitalist gone mad, the capitalist is a rational miser.

It was necessary to invent history in order to invent the future. The sense of necessity in Cromwell and Lenin (and even in Jefferson) springs from an obsession with time, change, an obsession with cause and effect that starts to make the effect seem like the cause of its own cause. The future is the cause of the past, and we play antiquarian games to reassure ourselves that the past is past and different so that we can believe that the future will be different too.

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

Suppose every photo of me ever taken was an infinitesimal piece? Every magazine ad, every negative, every frame of motion picture film - another tiny molecule of me, stolen away to feed an audience that is *never* satiated. And when someone is fully consumed - vampirized - they move on, still hungry, to pick their next victim by making him or her a star. That's why they're called consumers. ("Red Light")

Balder is not too keen on people who wear ties and work from nine to five. He prefers obsessive idiots who are glued to their computers all night long,

it. To be out from under the controlling influence of sin is to be free. True liberation is found apart from sin; it is liberation from sin—when sin no longer controls our lives. When we are living licentiously or obsessed with the pursuit of money or any other idolatrous object, we are in bondage. Christianity is not our slave master; sin is.

Despite the protestations, one sometimes wonders if we are beginning to worship, worship rather than worship God.

Whatever we worship, short of God, is sure to be our undoing.

Whatever is your greatest joy and treasure, that is your god.