Quotes About Obsession

I don't think it's any help that it's your habit. What would you think of a person who went about sticking pins and needles into people and saying, `Excuse me, you mustn't mind it. . .it's just a habit I've got.' You'd think he was crazy, wouldn't you?

I am simply a book drunkard.

I, Leo Chao, would rather be dead than stop eating pig. I will be ash and bone chunks in a little urn before I don't eat juicy pig.

I'd read a great many books, even Dharma books, but I was making this itch into one of the worst catastrophes in human history.

My first addiction was to books. -B. Chelsea Adams

Unrequited love is just another addiction.

Memory was my drug of choice. -Pea Hicks

Love is also a way of forgetting what the question is. Using love to escape love, groping for love outside the home - it's kind of like smoking and wearing a nicotine patch at the same time: two delivery systems for an addictive chemical substance that feels vitally necessary to your well-being at the moment, even if likely to wreak unknown havoc in the deepest fibers of your being at some unspecified future date.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

Right now,tucked into the booth,Gray Donohue whispered into the ear of the redhead on his right,while his hand slipped under the table and under the skirt of the female to his left.As he whispered,the redhead lifted her heavy lids,turned her gaze to whereever Gray´s hand had landed,and grinned.Marina whirled back to the bar and drained her beerto the very last bit of foam.He was the best assignment she´d ever had.Or he would be,if she could just get him to notice her.

Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

A certain type of man, when he loves for the first time, his love is not really love, it is possession. Possessions don't have rights or feelings; they are something to owned and controlled. He had spent more than a year trying to do just that, and failing.

When you spend all your time worrying that the devil is right behind you, eventually you start seeing him whether he's there or not.

You'd think a sociopath assassin wouldn't have a fan following but he does.

What are you trying to say? Olaf demanded. She is like a piece of my soul, Olaf. You are mad, Olaf said, a lunatic. Soul mates, bah! I kind of agreed with Olaf on this one. Then why is the thought of giving her a gun while I hunt her one of my greatest fantasies? Edward asked. Because you are mad, Olaf said. Hear, hear, but I didn't say it out loud.

What do you want?' 'I want to play,' he said. I stared at him. 'Just like that. You don't know what I'm involved in, but you want a piece of it.' 'Following you around lets me kill a lot of people.

He let me see in that strangely handsome face that he was thinking about her not without her clothes on, but eventually without her skin.

I'm a dog in the manger. I can't have him myself but I don't want anyone else to have him either. Wow. The more I learn about myself, the more selfish I turn out to be.

But she's reading the email over and over again and playing Adele and Amy Winehouse," Paige reveals. Adele and Amy Winehouse? Oh no. We'd better keep an eye on her," I say grimly.

Did not Dr. Kunastrokius, that great man, at his leisure hours, take the greatest delight imaginable in combing of asses tails, and plucking the dead hairs out with his teeth, though he had tweezers always in his pocket?

I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive. (Explaining her attraction to Moby-Dick)

Besides all those whaling details, Moby Dick is about someone who's looking for something so huge, something they've wanted all their life, yet they know when they find it, it will kill them.

Stalking the girls' softball team again?

Slush is frozen over. People say that winter lasts forever, but it's because they obsess over the thermometer. North in the mountains, the maple syrup is trickling. Brave geese punch through the thin ice left on the lake. Underground, pale seeds roll over in their sleep. Starting to get restless. Starting to dream green.