Quotes About Obsession

What he coveted was the odor of certain human beings: that is, those rare humans who inspire love. These were his victims.

El objetivo de sus cacerías era poseer todo cuanto el mundo le pudiera ofrecer … y la única condición que ponía era que fuesen nuevos.

Être soi-même un gros alambic qui inonderait le monde des parfums qu'il aurait créés seul, tel était le rêve fou auquel s'abandonnait Grenouille.

Palpitava-lhe a extraordinária sensação de que esse aroma seria a chave para ordenar todos os aromas, que não entenderia nada de aromas se não se tivesse entendido esse; e ele Grenoiulle teria desperdiçado a vida se não conseguisse pegá-lo. Precisava tê-lo, não pela mera posse, mas para sossego do seu coração.

No era él quien perseguia la fragancia, sino la fragancia la que le había hecho prisionero y ahora le atraía irrevocablemente hacia sí.

Dondequiera que uno dirigiese la mirada, reinaba el desenfreno. La gente leía libros, incluso las mujeres.

Des Menschen Duft an und für sich war ihm auch gleichgültich. Des Menschen Duft konnte er hinreichend gut mit Surrogaten imitieren. Was er begehrte, war der Duft gewisser Menschen: jener äußerst seltenen Menschen nämlich, die Liebe inspirieren. Diese waren seine Opfer.

Very well, but remember this... I'll be looking at you when you're laid on the cross and the twelve blows are crashing down on your limbs. When the crowd is finally tired of your screams and wandered home, I will climb up through your blood and sit beside you. I will look deep into your eyes... and drop by drop I will trickle my disgust into them like burning acid until... finally... you perish.

When does it cease to be something beautiful, a faithful aspect of the heart, to become off-center, slightly off the axis, and then hurled into an obsessional void?

I knew he didn't love me, but I adored him anyway

How could I have nothing to read? Perhaps it wasn't a lack of a book but a lack of obsession.

Cuándo deja algo de ser hermoso, un aspecto fiel del corazón, para convertirse en algo desviado, ligeramente apartado del eje, y después precipitarse en un vacío obsesivo?

Writing is a solitary business. It takes over your life. In some sense, a writer has no life of his own. Even when he's there, he's not really there.

I became hypnotized by my own loneliness, unwilling to stop until my eyes wouldn't stay open anymore, watching the white line of the highway as though it was the last thing that connected me to the earth.

What better portrait of a writer than to show a man who has been bewitched by books?

parecías tener un talento especial para perseguir a la persona que menos te convenía, para querer lo que no podías tener, para rendir tu corazón a chicas que no podían o no querían corresponderte.

Chicas medio locas, ambas deslumbrantes y autodestructivas, profundamente excitantes para ti, pero apenas llegabas a entenderlas. Las inventabas. Las utilizabas como ficticias encarnaciones de tus propios deseos, dejando de lado sus problemas e historias personales, sin comprender quiénes eran al margen de tu propia imaginación, y sin embargo, cuanto más te eludían, más apasionadamente las deseabas.

Bu adam hiç kimse de?ilse mutlaka Fanshawe'dur.

Once we acquired the power to destroy ourselves, the very notion of human life had been altered; even the air we breathed was contaminated with the stench of death. Sachs was hardly the first person to come up with this idea, but considering what happened to him nine days ago, there's a certain eeriness to the obsession, as if it were a kind of deadly pun, a mixed-up word that took root inside him and proliferated beyond his control.

Ambition distorts even memory itself. John Quincy Adams

Our obsession with material things brings trouble and heartache into our lives. So we tell ourselves that we'll do better—we commit ourselves for a time to new budgets, we go on temporary diets, we hold garage sales. But none of it lasts for long because deep inside us, we treasure the creation more than we treasure the Creator.

A desire for a good thing becomes a bad thing when that desire becomes a ruling thing.

Two motives urge fans to obsession with their sports. One is the need-—through the appeal of vicarious success—-to identify with winners. The other is to sanction, through pedantry, dogmatism, record-keeping, wise secret knowledge, and pseudo-scholarship, a claim to expertise on the subject. Sports give every man his opportunity to perform as a learned bore and to watch innumerable commentators on TV do the same.

Selfies are about self-admiration. They provide people of all ages constant opportunities to obsess about their looks and their external presentation