Quotes About Obsession

He still loved her. When she'd left him, the thought of her with another man almost drove him to lunacy.

There is something of the ghoul in the page-swallower and of the novel-reader in the stroller through cemeteries.

In Miami the obsession with making things work and being practical, with making lots of money, sometimes out of the fear of starving, has replaced a sense of life and, above all, of pleasure, adventure, and irreverence.

In a laughing mirror-image of the seriousness with which the rest of the world is obsessed with Progress, Coney Island attacks the problem of Pleasure, often with the same technological means.

2. "Mimetic doubles" refers to the situation in which rivals become so obsessed with each other that they mirror each other's emotions and actions. The doubles are alike but they mistakenly see a great difference between them. Mimetic doubles are quite dangerous to one another and to others and can be quite self-destructive. —Trans.

You can get a taste of an idea inside you, and the next thing you know, it won't leave. Until you do something about it.

Cat rescue is like a virus," says Des placidely about the cat obsession that has taken over his life. "And once you're infected, it's incurable.

Most people get excited over new cars; I get excited over death certificates. It's no wonder my husband worries about my state of mind.

Pinot Noir country. My grape. The one varietal that truly enchants me, both stills and steals my heart with its elusive loveliness and false promises of transcendence. I loved her, and I would continue to follow her siren call until my wallet--or liver, whichever came first--gave out.

Frankly, I wish I could make my heart quit doing an extra thump when Wolfe says satisfactory, Archie. It's childish.

La plata es como una droga, lo fundamental es tenerla, saber que está, ir, tocarla, revisar el ropero, entre la ropa, la bolsa, ver que hay medio kilo, que hay cien mil mangos, quedarse tranquilo. Entonces recién se puede seguir viviendo.

Some things take hold of you. Invade you. Own you. You want to be free of them, but you never will be.

The Bible undercuts our cultural obsession with sexual fulfillment. Scripture (along with many subsequent generations of faithful Christians) bears witness that lives of freedom, joy, and service are possible without sexual relations. Indeed, however odd it may seem to contemporary sensibilities, some New Testament passages (Matt. 19:10–12, 1 Cor. 7) clearly commend the celibate life as a way of faithfulness.

My God, ma'am, you're so pretty I'd walk ten miles barefooted on a freezing morning to stand in your shit.

Her ambition was an extremely distressing condition. She sought power the way a superstitious man might look for a four-leaf clover.

The evidence of our sensitivity to 'social evaluative threat', coupled with Twenge's evidence of long?term rises in anxiety and narcissism, suggests that we may – by the standards of any previous society – have become highly self?conscious, obsessed with how we appear to others, worried that we might come across as unattractive, boring, stupid or whatever, and constantly trying to manage the impressions we make.

Mariah and I had never thought so much about race and racism in our lives. It was the great underlying obsession of the Mississippi delta. The elephant in every room. Almost every charming, gracious, hospitable, generous white landowner we met came from a family that had profited from an American version of apartheid. Or more accurately a blueprint for the South African version.

Truth is rarely simple and seldom obvious, which is why mature institutions recognise the importance of conflict and disagreement. Christianity was born in conflict, and it has been characterised by conflict ever since. The Church's obsession with heresy is witness to this fact.

He was out hunting for Cortman. It had become a relaxing hobby, hunting for Cortman; one of the few diversions left to him.

Jake Holman loved machinery in the way some other men loved God, women and their country.

I read then, everything I could lay hands on. Reading was my virgin continent. I read instantly upon awakening, and was still at it well past the hour that consciousness shut down. I read for nothing, for a pleasure difficult to describe and impossible afterward to recover.

addicted to a rate of stimulations per second that she hasn't entirely kicked.

Entire weekends in basements pitching dice and arguing over esoteric role-playing rules with obese, anemic boy-men who tote suitcases full of collectible trading cards.

Too often, we have substituted the messenger for the message. As a result, we spent a great deal of time worshiping the messenger and trying to get other people to do the same. Too often this obsession became a pious substitute for actually following what he taught—and he did ask us several times to follow him, and never once to worship him.