Quotes About Obsession

You know how it is: as soon as you decide to forget something, your brain comes to the conclusion that it's the most fascinating thing in the world.

Sanditon was a second wife and four children to him -- hardly less dear --- and certainly more engrossing.--- He could talk of it for ever. --- It had indeed the highest claims; --- not only those of birth place, property, and home, --- it was mine, his lottery, his speculation and his hobby horse; his occupation, his hope and his futurity.--- Sanditon, Jane Austen

needed to be wanted. I couldn't go on without being wanted. And I couldn't stop thinking about that little bitch at the restaurant. I used to be that woman, I thought. I used to be the one who turned heads. Now…Christ…I was becoming invisible.

Friedrich desiderò ardentemente Clara, a prescindere dal suo sesso. Prima ancora di sapere cos'era, chi era, sapeva quello che sarebbe stata: la più grande pianista che lui potesse plasmare

Books are like a disease. Once you've got it, it's incurrable and lifelong

Moths were drawn to light and always took some away with them when they found it.

All those reports that I sleep in my closet. I don't know how people get that. People are so obsessed with what you do at home.

Here's a haiku/palindrome I wrote called, "Obsession." Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob

Neither greed for power nor thirst for glory are as dizzy as the passions of love

Richey currently smokes 50 cigarettes a day, having started two weeks ago. "Whenever I do something, I like to do it a lot," he explains back at the hotel. "When I was 13, I did a Shakespeare project that was 859 pages long. Everyone else just did six. I just had fuck all else to do but sit in and write...

I'm obsessed with trying to recount events as accurately and honestly as possible, but in practice the only thing I'm really any good at is telling you how I feel.

There are two primary reasons: (1) The workday is being sliced into tiny, fleeting work moments by an onslaught of physical and virtual distractions. And (2) an unhealthy obsession with growth at any cost sets towering, unrealistic expectations that stress people out.

How often have you heard someone say "It's crazy at work"? Maybe you've even said it yourself. For many, "It's crazy at work" has become their normal. But why so crazy? There are two primary reasons: (1) The workday is being sliced into tiny, fleeting work moments by an onslaught of physical and virtual distractions. And (2) an unhealthy obsession with growth at any cost sets towering, unrealistic expectations that stress people out.

The fear of missing out. It's the affliction that drives obsessive checking of Twitter feeds, Facebook updates, Instagram stories, WhatsApp groups, and news apps.

In business, too many people obsess over tools, software tricks, scaling issues, fancy office space, lavish furniture, and other frivolities instead of what really matters. And what really matters is how to actually get customers and make money.

No se esfuerzan en buscar sistemas para ser más eficientes porque a ellos en realidad lo que les gusta es trabajar muchas horas. Les encanta sentirse héroes. Buscan problemas (generalmente sin darse cuenta) simplemente para poder seguir trabajando mucho.

In the end, it's not worth paying much attention to the competition anyway. Why not? Because worrying about the competition quickly turns into an obsession.

I want to learn everything about you. I want to change my major to Mallory Quinn and learn as much as I can.

No podemos aceptar el crédito por las cosas buenas y generosas que hacemos mientras estamos bajo la influencia de «la obsesión». Nos empuja y nos lleva una fuerza instintiva que va más allá de nuestros patrones de comportamiento normal. No obstante, si una vez que volvemos al mundo real de la decisión humana, optamos por ser amables y generosos, eso es amor verdadero.

I read like fiends smoke crack

Music is my mistress, and she plays second fiddle to no one.

Langley would never complete his newspaper project. I knew that and I'm sure he knew it as well. It was a crazy foolish hand-rubbing scheme that kept his mind in the mood he liked to be in.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.

Ego-identification with things creates attachment to things, obsession with things, which in turn creates our consumer society and economic structures where the only measure of progress is always more. The unchecked striving for more, for endless growth, is a dysfunction and a disease.