Quotes About Obsession

For all men tragically great are made so through a certain morbidness.

It's not normal, like chasing a little white ball and whacking it into eighteen different holes.

You know how sad your life is when you know the release date of DVDs.

Even where the Faith is preserved men pursue wealth and power inordinately. Where the Faith is lost they pursue nothing else.

As Danton sees it, the most bizarre aspect of Camille's character is his desire to scribble over every blank surface; he sees a guileless piece of paper, virgin and harmless, and persecutes it till it is black with words, and then besmirches its sister, and so on, through the quire.

I wanted books like a vampire wants blood.

To his inner ear, the cardinal speaks. He says, I saw you, Crumb, when you were at Elvetham: scratching your balls in the dawn and wondering at the violence of the king's whims. If he wants a new wife, fix him one. I didn't, and I am dead.

For I chase but one hind, he says, one strange deer timid and wild, and she leads me off the paths that other men have trod, and by myself into the depths of the wood.

Under his clothes, it is well known, More wears a jerkin of horsehair. He beats himself with a small scourge, of the type used by some religious orders. What lodges in his mind, Thomas Cromwell's, is that somebody makes these instruments of daily torture.

È molto strano. Solitamente i guerrieri vogliono sconfiggere il re cattivo per salvare la principessa tenuta prigioniera, ma stavolta è il re cattivo che Y? e gli altri stanno cercando di salvare. Ma è naturale. Perché la principessa è Hao, tenuto prigioniero da Satana, dalla sua ossessione.

Thought is an acid, eating us away. At first we imagine it will only eat into that which is rotten and sick and must be removed. But thought thinks otherwise. It eats blindly. It begins with the prey you most gladly throw to it - but don't imagine it will be content with that! It doesn't stop until it has gnawed away the last thing you hold dear.

Tanken är en syra som fräter. Du tänker i början, att den blott skall fräta på det som är murket och sjukt och som skall bort. Men tanken tänker inte så: den fräter blint. Den börjar med det rov som du helst och gladast kastar åt honom, men du skall inte tro att det mättar honom. Han slutar inte förrän han gnagt sönder det sista du har kärt.

I hate you," I breathed into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.

He leans in and closes his eyes. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

whatever you love, that is your weakness

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time.

Kiss me until I am sick of it.

It hurts to think of her, but I can't stop. It ought to hurt. After all, hell is supposed to be hot.

It occurs to me that if I kill him, I can finally stop thinking about him. If I kill him, I won't have to feel like this anymore.

I still feel the warm pressure of his fingers against my skin. Something is really wrong with me, to want what I hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn't know what I feel.

She tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.

He's the kind of beautiful that makes people want to smash things.