Quotes About Obsession

A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.

And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest, with black hair as iridescent as a raven's wing and cheekbones sharp enough to cut a girl's heart. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

One of his hands slides over my stomach, tracing the shape of my skin. He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only destruction ahead. I have never felt anything like this.

He leans in and closes his eyes. ¨Most of all, i hate you because i think of you. Often. Its disgusting, and I cant stop.¨ I am Shocked into silence.

Our eyes meet, and something dangerous sparks. He hates you, I remind myself. "Kiss me again," he says, drunk and foolish. "Kiss me until I am sick of it.

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

Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.

The more you love her, the crazier you get. My love was great. My crimes were greater.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when i look at him I can hardly breathe. page 30

And Barron is probably right—we should give this up. Not for the reason he's saying but for the one that's implied. The one about it not being okay to lurk around outside buildings, spying on girls you like.

When we fall that first time, we're not really in love with the girl. We're in love with being in love. We've got no idea what she's really about—or what she's capable of. We're in love with our idea of her and of who we become around her. We're idiots.

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." I am shocked into silence.

She thought of the grainy video of him she had seen, head tipped back, so covered in blood that she hadn't remembered his features, hadn't remembered him as looking like anything but a monster, laughing, endlessly laughing. Mad as a dog. Mad as a god.

I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

kiss me again," He says ,drunk and foolish "kiss me until iam sick of it" "if you're the sickness , i suppose you cant also be the cure.

He leans in and closes his eyes. ¨Most of all, i hate you because i think of you. Often. Its disgusting, and I cant stop.¨ I am Shocked into silence." page 307

Once, Lila Zacharov was in love with a boy with hair as black as spilled ink and eyes as dark as coffee. She would trace his name on her skin, over and over, write it in the condensation of her breath on panes of glass, scrawl it on the bottoms of her feet with the tip of her nail, like she was casting a spell.

I look at him again, at his soft mouth and his high cheekbones, at the cruel beauty of his face. page 142

This is what you wanted, isn't it? he asks. What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It's all yours.

There had been plenty of books and films romanticizing vampires over the last century. It was only a matter of time before a vampire started romanticizing himself.

La ambición es muy curiosa: puedes contraerla como si fuera una fiebre, pero no es tan fácil desprenderte de ella

Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

more than anything, i hate you because i think about you often. it's disgusting and i can't stop