Quotes About Obsession

But what if your obsession has nothing to do with drugs or thrills or money? What if what you want most in the world is to recapture the way life was a week, a month, a year ago-and you are willing to do whatever it takes?

The reason I am still sitting at Josef's kitchen table is the same reason traffic slows after a car wreck- you want to see the damage; you can't let yourself pass without that mental snapshot. We are drawn to horror even as we recoil from it.

believe me, you're all I've thought about -- At this, I grin.

When you love your work then it isn't work, it's your love affair.

Because it is less structured than work leisure time leaves workaholics at a loss for what to do. Workaholics practically climb the wall when they can't work.

A man must love a thing very much if he not only practises it without any hope of fame and money but even practises it without any hope of doing it well.

Work is a substitute "religious" experience for many workaholics.

I forget everything else when I keep thinking of you .

I try to forget you but it just keeps me thinking of you even more.

Being in love will leave you half crazy.

I cant even leave my house without being scared that I'll see you.

Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

Whatever you focus your attention on will become important to you even if it's unimportant.

I've never met someone with a really low self esteem who was obsessed with loving others.

Imagine If we obsessed about the things we loved about ourselves.

Why is it drug addicts and computer afficionados are both called users?

No matter how many gorgeous faces you set your eyes upon, if you already set your heart for someone, you will hardly notice anyone.

I would do whatever I have to do or whatever it take's to have you back in my life, I can't stop thinking of that day when we met, because I knew from that moment on that you were more then I could've ever imagined, because to me there's not a day that goes by that I don't stop thinking about you.

I wish that without me your heart would break, I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake, I wish that without me you couldn't eat, I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

It scares me how much I think about you.

You are my sugar rush, my cocaine bliss, my illegal high, my perfect kiss. You're an addiction that I always fail to resist.

I did not wish her to go on in this strain because her poverty was something which obsessed her and like all obsessions was boring to other people.

I feared death and I loved life. I yearned to live long enough to smoke one more cigarette, drink one more drink, experience seven more seconds of obscene bliss, and then, perhaps, but most likely not, I could die. All

Hypnotized by my squid's call and my erection's response, I inserted the latter into the former, which was, unfortunately, a perfect fit. Unfortunate because from then onward no squid was safe from me, not to say that this diluted form of bestiality—after all, hapless squid, you were dead, though I now see how that raises other moral questions—not to say this transgression occurred often, since squid was a rare treat in our landlocked town.