Quotes About Obsession

This book is for those who would rather be haunted and driven mad than left behind.

I would rather have you haunt me, driving me mad, than have you leave me.

Haunt me," he whispered. "Make me crazy for the rest of my life. But please, Effie. Don't leave me. Just let me love you.

gente que piensa que su valor está relacionado con su masa corporal. Hombres obsesionados con el gimnasio, y mujeres que piensan que morirse de hambre es sexy.

he makes me feel out of control and out of my head. He is exhilarating and terrifying. I see and feel him everywhere, and I'm always grasping for equilibrium even when he's not there... I feel like I'm always falling in love, falling and falling and falling.

But I can't help myself. And there he is, larger than life on the screen, looking every bit as tortured and handsome as he did the last time he tried to contact me a few weeks ago. (Harmony/Jondoe)

Right now I feel guilty to be alive. Why? Because I'm wasting it. I've been given this life and all I do is mope it away. What's worse is, I am totally aware of how ridiculous I am. It would be a lot easier if I believed I was the center of the universe, because then I wouldn't know any better not to make a big deal out of everything. I know how small my problems are, yet that doesn't stop me from obsessing about them. I have to stop doing this.

Even if tomorrow will be the end of the world, people will still continue to watch television for whole day!

Was he even planning on coming to meet me? Or did he change his mind at the last minute? Did he decide he liked me better at a distance? That meeting the real me would ruin his fantasy? And what about my fantasy? That there was a real man out there who saw me. A man who couldn't stop thinking about me. A man who made me feel like a woman worthy of being obsessed about.

I am that somebody who aches to be near you when I am not. I am that somebody who can't stop thinking about you.

I love it when you're demented like this.

Keenan was staring at her, too intently for comfort. "I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don't know why you and not someone else." He gently pulled her forward and whispered, "But it's you I think of when I wake each morning. It's your face in my dreams." Aislinn swallowed. That would seem odd even if he were normal . And he wasn't. What he was-unfotunately-was completely serious.

I don't know if you realize it or not, but your sudden devotion to her is creepy.

I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.

Her mind flashed odd images—sharks swimming toward her, cars careening out of control in her path, fangs sinking into her skin, shadowy wings curling around her in a caress. Somewhere in her mind she knew she needed to step away from him, but she didn't, couldn't. She'd felt the same way when she'd first seen him: like she'd follow him wherever he wanted. It wasn't a feeling she liked. Irial

Worrying, obsessing, and controlling are illusions. They are tricks we play on ourselves.

He is climbing the spiral staircase of the soul of Gormenghast, bound for some pinnacle of the itching fancy - some wild, invulnerable eyrie best known to himself; where he can watch the world spread out below him, and shake exultantly his clotted wings.

She had pushed the kiss into a small corner of her brain, and it only came out at night. It would trip about her head and run down and beat in her heart a bit, and not let her get any sleep at all.

Fast cars are my only vice.

There are times when a person wants something so badly that price or condition cease to be obstacles.

Each time she applied her lip gloss, she imagined another fleet of brain cells dying a horrible death.

she would have walked all the way up to East Sixty-Third Street, and probably 163rd Street, if it meant pouring even more into this memory that wasn't a memory.

There is nothing like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.

In fact, when I finally shuffle off this mortal coil, you will have to pry a book out of my cold, dead hands.