Quotes About Obsession

Like many men addicted to sports, Clive Sr. was also a religious man.

This would be especially true of overeducated people, who are capable of thinking past the immediate, of becoming obsessed by the remote.

To the absolutist in every craftsman, each imperfection is a failure; to the practitioner, obsession with perfection seems a perception for failure.

A healthy obsession, we could say, interrogates its own driving convictions.

We are more likely to fail as craftsmen due to our inability to organize obsession than because of our lack of ability.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

Why do you keep coming back here, Belinda Swanson?" Adam asked coolly. "I must be so fascinating to you." Deliberately

I was bent on love the way a crow is bent on a flattened squirrel.

Carter, not to be unkind, I said, but the last few months you've been seeing messages about Zia everywhere . Two weeks ago, you thought she was sending you a distress call in your mashed potatoes. It was a Z! Carved right in the potatoes!

I tell aspiring writers that you have to find what you MUST write. When you find it, you will know, because the subject matter won't let you go. It's not enough to write simply because you think it would be neat to be published. You have to be compelled to write. If you're not, nothing else that you do matters.

He had a crush on a blueberry bush once.

I don't know if you've ever had a crush on somebody that bad, but Hades became obsessed. He kept sketches of Persephone in his pocket. He carved her name on his obsidian table with a knife-which took a lot of work. He dreamed about her and had imaginary conversations with her where he admitted his love and she confessed that she had always had a thing for creepy older guys who lived in caves full of dead people.

You're a stalker with hooves.

For a moment, Nico felt like a little kid again. He was tempted to blurt out: That's so cool! Even before he got into Mythomagic, he'd been obsessed with pirates. Probably that was one reason he'd been so smitten with Percy, a son of the sea god.

Dirt never slept, so neither would Frobisher until he had swept it away. He was a man inclined to a metaphor.

While obsession with one's personal appearance is a sign of being a vacant prat, total oblivion to it is a sign of mental illness.

She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.

The persistence of the infatuation lent it an aspect of genuineness. The hopelessness of it colored it with the lofty tones of a great passion

Why do you love him when you ought not to? Edna, with a motion or two, dragged herself on her knees before Mademoiselle Reisz, who took the glowing face between her two hands. Why? Because his hair is brown and grows away from his temples; because he opens and shuts his eyes, and his nose is a little out of drawing; because he has two lips and a square chin, and a little finger which he can't straighten from having played baseball too energetically in his youth.

that old unfulfilled craving became an obsession I couldn't escape, a black hole of raw grief I kept falling deeper into. 'Where are my children?' I felt their absence and loss as if they existed somewhere I couldn't reach, as if they were stuck forever on the other side of a membrane and I could never access them.

Maybelline's favorite movies were the love stories.

The thought of him was a smoky cloud from hell that moved and crept in her head.

My husband claims I have an unhealthy obsession with secondhand bookshops. That I spend too much time daydreaming altogether. But either you intrinsically understand the attraction of searching for hidden treasure amongst rows of dusty shelves or you don't; it's a passion, bordering on a spiritual illness, which cannot be explained to the unaffected.

And yet he could not stop thinking of them. He did not want to stop thinking of them. He would never stop thinking of them.