Quotes About Obsession

But jealous souls will not be answer'd so;They are not ever jealous for the cause,But jealous for they are jealous; 'tis a monsterBegot upon itself, born on itself.

He doth nothing but talk of his horse.

Out-paramoured the Turk.

As she would catch another AntonyIn her strong toil of grace.

Men prize the thing ungain'd more than it is.

Still harping on my daughter.

Why, she would hang on him,As if increase of appetite had grownBy what it fed on.

Out, damned spot out, I say

Poetry and consumption are the most flattering of diseases.

Fanatic. One who can't change his mind and won't change the subject.

A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject.

Sometimes we waste too much time to think about someone who doesn't even think about us for a second.

See, I will always have this penchant for what I call kamikaze women. I call them kamikazes because they, you know they crash their plane, they're self-destructive. But they crash into you, and you die along with them.

The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic.

I was so touched by her that, after fifteen minutes, I wanted to marry her and, after half an hour, I completely gave up the idea of snatching her purse.

Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight: Blind moths against the wires of window screens. Anything. Anything for a fix of light. X. J. Kennedy, "Street Moths," The Lords of Misrule

In order to properly understand the big picture, everyone should fear becoming mentally clouded and obsessed with one small section of truth.

Perhaps this was just evidence that his body was adapting to the secret room. Perhaps it was necessary to rid oneself of everything that was superfluous in order to immerse completely in this airless, soundproof, narrow space shrouded in the fear of discovery and arrest. In recompense for a mind that was able to retain everything, every memory, perhaps it was necessary that the body gradually fade away.

My desires seemed simple and terribly complicated at the same time: to gaze at Jun's wet body and to make Rie cry. These were the only things that gave me comfort.

I watch the people coming up from the shore road, staring at every girl with even the slightest resemblance to you, and then turning away when I realize my mistake. I perform this ritual over and over, never growing tired. I would gladly repeat my error a thousand times, two thousand times, if it means finding you, you who are wholly unique. Finally, I am at a loss to distinguish between the desire to see you as soon as possible and the pleasant prospect of waiting forever.

Sometimes, when it is going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationary.

Sometimes, when it's going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery. The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell. Emma is lost on anything less than 120gsm.

Repetition Compulsion": Doing "It" Over and Over Again

Finished off and washed up before your time- But you will never run a pub. You will never own a shop- Instead, you will have your revenge- That is how you shall live- In place of a life, revenge.