Quotes About Obsession

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

Attachment to spiritual things is.. just as much an attachment as inordinate love of anything else.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

I'd rather lose myself in passion than lose my passion.

Love is merely madness...

One is very crazy when in love.

Love that is not madness is not love.

Love is blind, and greed insatiable

I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will

Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.

Love is a crazy thing. It sucks and is totally overrated.

I must see her and press her to my heart. I love her to the point of madness, and I cannot continue to be separated from her. If she no longer loved me, I would have nothing left to do on earth.

Love ceases to be a demon only when it ceases to be a god.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do, will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, will never...never forget it.

The more you try to forget someone. The more you start to think about them. The more you think about someone. The more you get attached to them.

Here I am reading quotes with only one person on my mind the whole time.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

My father always wanted to be the corpse at every funeral, the bride at every wedding, and the baby at every christening

He closed his eyes so he couldn't see her. But, like a man who had stared at the sun too long, she was burned into his brain.

Work is a substitute religious experience for many workaholics.

He was a habit in my thoughts, not any more welcome than a rash, but I'd find myself thinking of him before I even realized what I was doing. Banishing him from my thoughts was like learning to breathe in a new way. it was a conscious effort.

But I would always see her. Until I drew my last breath, it would always be her face I saw when I closed my eyes at night, and her face again when I woke each morning. I would force myself to forget the last words I heard from her lips. I would remember others. I love you, Jafir de Aldrid. Words that, now, I was sure I had never deserved. I

is there anything you won't do to get what you want?