Quotes About Obsession

AS DR DAVID Adam says in his brilliant account of obsessive compulsive disorder, The Man Who Couldn't Stop: 'Only a fool or a liar will tell you how the brain works.' A brain is not a toaster. It is complex.

Surely anyone who has ever had a smartphone or a Twitter account can relate to such compulsive behavior. Check, check, check, and once more, just to see. When the ability to check something turns into the compulsion to do so, we often find ourselves craving the time before, when there was no ability to check in the first place.

Because prime numbers are fucking serious, man. Some serious shit. They can make you lose it. They're like sirens. They call you in with their isolated beauty and before you know it you are in some major mind-shit.

I needed books. They weren't a luxury good during that time in my life. They were a Class A addictive substance.

Los números primos vuelven a la gente loca, pero literalmente

We have handed over our instincts to the hands of a clock. Increasingly, we serve time rather than time serving us. We fret about time. We wonder where time has gone. We are obsessed with time.

But this was England, a part of Earth where thinking about the weather was the chief human activity.

I read and read and read with an intensity I'd never really known before. I mean, I'd always considered myself to be a person who liked books. But there is a difference between liking books and needing them. I needed books. They weren't a luxury good during that time in my life. They were a Class A addictive substance.

All interest in every other topic" seemed to be "eaten up" by the slavery question.

That's the thing I hate most about my brain, the way it stores and catalogs things, all this dumb shit on a giant hard drive in my head, so I'm forced to obsess over it all like a crazy person.

More often than not, we come to understand this only after the crisis has passed. It is at the very moment of anger's emergence that we must recognize its empty nature. That understanding will strip thoughts of their power to build into a stream of obsession and oppression. They cross the mind without leaving a trace, like the trackless flight of a bird through the sky.

Humility is like a vessel placed at ground level, ready to receive the rain of qualities." Humility is a forgotten value in today's world. Our obsession with the image we have to project of ourselves is so strong that we have stopped questioning the validity of appearances and endlessly seek better ways to appear.

The search for happiness is not about looking at life through rose-colored glasses or blinding oneself to the pain and imperfections of the world. Nor is happiness a state of exaltation to be perpetuated at all costs; it is the purging of mental toxins, such as hatred and obsession, that literally poison the mind. It is also about learning how to put things in perspective and reduce the gap between appearances and reality. To

Dean Koontz's Intensity.

he's a dead man the minute he falls for Daisy the siren. Gatsby "run[s] faster, stretch[es] out [his] arms farther," until, propelled by all that yearning, he leans too far out toward Daisy's dock, falls into the Sound, and drowns.

that is the way with love affairs--they occupy your mind wholly for a time, and then they become distant countries where you no longer speak the language and have forgotten all the landmarks. [Édouard Manet]

One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.

Litigation can become as great a passion as gambling.

Perception grounds everything because it shows us, so to speak, an obsessional relation with being; it is there before us, and yet it touches us from within.

Americans worship technology. It's an inherent trait in the national zeitgeist.

We all have our pet things that we like to get religious about.

Her white arms became my entire horizon ("The Rooster And The Pearl")

What is it, then, that is called a "fixed idea?" An idea that has subjected the man to itself.

For there is nothing more serious than a lunatic when he comes to the central point of his lunacy.