Quotes About Obsession

But I too hate long books: the better, the worse. If they're bad they merely make me pant with the effort of holding them up for a few minutes. But if they're good, I turn into a social moron for days, refusing to go out of my room, scowling and growling at interruptions, ignoring weddings and funerals, and making enemies out of friends. I still bear the scars of Middlemarch.

Of course, the greater one's need, the greater one's propensity to be mesmerized.

Something is everything for nothing and now everyone is ready to do anything to achieve nothing.

Manson maintained, because he was completely paranoid. Being frightened of everything, he missed nothing.

We are drawn to our television sets each April the way we are drawn to the scene of an accident.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

It quite often makes me feel sad that painting's like a bad mistress one might have, who's always spending, spending and it's never enough.. [Letter 630, Arles, 23 June 1888]

But when shallI ever get round to doing the starry sky, that picture which is always on my mind?

é bem verdade que um monte de pintores ficam loucos, é uma vida que leva a ficar muito abstraído, para dizer o mínimo.

Se eu me relanço em cheio no trabalho, muito bem, mas continuo sempre louco.

I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.

I smiled, for now I understood that it was not an obsession with death that Mexicans had after all, but rather an acceptance of it - woven like a thick vine throughout our lives, helping us transcend death itself and compelling us to live even richer, more meaningful lives.

Ah Corydon, Corydon, what madness has caught you?

Each person, makes their own terrible passion their god.

But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love, hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood, consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...] His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling-- no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

America's obsession with defining homosexuality by its third syllable contrasts sharply with more human exercises from Europe.

That singleness of attachment (Nishthâ) to a loved object, without which no genuine love can grow, is very often also the cause of the denunciation of everything else.

Take up one idea Make that one idea your life Think of it Dream of it Live on that idea Let the brain, muscles, nerves every part of your body be full of that idea and just leave every other idea alone

I've always been mad about cats.

I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.

I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t'aimais, je t'aimais! And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it, my little one. Lolita girl, brave Dolly Schiller.

Few people take an interest in Iceland, but in those few the interest is passionate.