Obsession Quotes

“I would give anything to hear him say my name one
more time. And anything not to.”
― Katie Hall-May, Puck's Legacy

“Had I joined the company that very first night,
fooling myself that I was seeking some purpose, but in
reality only following Frederick? How different was I
really, from those Office Worker Mohitos, those Rat
Race Daquiris, seeking only to partner off and settle
down?”
― Katie Hall-May, Puck's Legacy

“I am afraid even now, that they are looking for me.
And I am afraid that they are not. That I am no longer
important enough for them to care. Just another
automaton, living the life I had been so afraid of, when I
drank it in cocktails all those years ago.”
― Katie Hall-May, Puck's Legacy

“Extremism, by its very nature, must
always go to its extreme.”
― Katie Hall-May, Puck's Legacy

“There's a kind of passion particular to the written word which stays fresh long after the ink or even the writer's veins are dry. You could call it the sacred duty of the reader to keep that spark alive.”
― M. L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.”
― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

“Jacks had always considered himself more of a sadist than a masochist. He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it. And yet he couldn't bring himself to leave the shadows of Evangeline's bedroom.

It wasn't an obsession.

One visit wasn't an obsession.

Jacks just needed to make sure she was still alive. That she wasn't bleeding. In danger. Unhappy. Cold. She was safe in her bed. She'd be even safer when he left her. But he was too selfish to leave just yet.

He leaned against the bedpost and watched as she slept.

He'd never understood why someone would watch another person sleep... until her.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“Yet it is that surreal, almost non-existent last visit that gives my passion its true meaning, which is precisely to be meaningless, and to have been for two years the most violent and unaccountable reality ever.”
― Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion

“Of course I could never let you know anything about this. It would have been impossible. You would not have understood it. I hardly understood it myself. I only knew that I had seen perfection face to face, and that the world had become wonderful to my eyes— too wonderful, perhaps, for in such mad worships there is peril, the peril of losing them, no less than the peril of keeping them.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Algunas veces me decía a mí misma que tal vez se pasaba un día entero sin pensar ni un segundo en mí. Lo veía levantarse, tomarse el café, hablar, reír, como si yo no existiera. Ese desfase respecto a mi propia obsesión me llenaba de asombro.
¿Cómo era posible? Pero él mismo se habría quedado de una pieza al saber que yo no me lo quitaba de la cabeza en todo el día. No había motivo alguno para encontrar mi actitud más justa que la suya. En cierto sentido, yo tenía más suerte que él.
Cuando él telefoneaba para que nos viéramos, su tan esperada llamada no cambiaba nada, yo seguía con la misma dolorosa tensión de antes. Me hallaba en un estado en el que ni siquiera la realidad de su voz conseguía hacerme feliz. Todo era una carencia sin fin, salvo el momento en que estábamos juntos haciendo el amor. Y, aun así, me obsesionaba el momento que vendría a continuación, cuando se hubiera marchado. Vivía el placer como un dolor futuro.”
― Annie Ernaux

“When he was very young, Auberon had begun a collection of postmarks. On a trip with Doc to the post office in Meadowbrook, he had begun idly examining the wastebaskets, having nothing else to do, and had immediately come up with two treasures: envelopes from places that seemed fantastically distant to him, and looking remarkably crisp for having come so far.

It soon developed into a small passion, like Lily's for bird's nests. He insisted on accompanying whoever was traveling near a post office; he conned his friends' mail; he gloated over distant cities, far states whose names began with I, and, rarest of all, names from across the sea.

Then one day Joy Flowers, whose granddaughter had lived abroad for a year, gave him a fat brown bag full of envelopes sent her from every part of the world. He could hardly find on the map a place which had not stamped its name on one of these pieces of blue flimsy. Some of them came from places so distant they weren't even in the alphabet he knew. And at a stroke his collection was complete, and his pleasure in it over. No discovery he could make in Meadowbrook's post office could add to it. He never looked at it again.”
― John Crowley, Little, Big

“He began to pace the room, muttering terrible things to himself, till I was inclined to believe, as he said Joseph did, that conscience had turned his heart to an earthly hell.”
― Emily Brontë

“I was always a thing
that was going to happen to you,
the lightening that would strike
on a day that came
with no thunder,
and all the shelter
in all the world couldn't have
saved you.
I've been making my way
to you.”
― Tyler Knott Gregson

“I saw her constantly and obsessively in my conscious mind during my daymares and insomnias.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“You said you didn't love her enough. How did you know in the end that you didn't?"
...
"Because when she went away I didn't miss her. Because I could stand having her out of my sight; because I didn't want to touch her every time I saw her; because I didn't have the urge to buy her flowers every time I passed a flower stall; because I didn't look for her around every corner; because she wasn't in my head every time I looked up from a market report; because she didn't make me feel stoned - and didn't make me feel glad I wasn't; she didn't fire up my imagination; she didn't make me forget the gloom of the past, as the song goes. Because she didn't make me almost wish she'd disappear so I could find her.”
― Martha Grimes, The Grave Maurice

“After this happened, I was obsessed with this incident. I talked about it all the time while rolling my eyes and thinking about how much she sucked. Finally, I did this so much that Gary pointed out I was obsessing over her so much that I was going to make her successful. I took this advice seriously, and decided then that I don't want to spend time thinking about things that I don't want to have a place in my life. You have to kick people out of your head as forcefully as you'd kick someone out of your house if you didn't want them to be there.”
― Sophia Amoruso, #Girlboss

“Sitting in my room, I need but to think of you, to imagine to myself the rustle of your dress, and at once I fall almost to biting my hands. Why should you be angry with me? Because I call myself your slave? Revel, I pray you, in my slavery--revel in it. Do you know that sometimes I could kill you?--not because I do not love you, or am jealous of you, but, because I feel as though I could simply devour you... You are laughing!”
― Fydor Dostoyevsky, The Gambler / Bobok / A Nasty Story

“You grow to feel alive only when you are the most obsessed or desperate, and then you find another and another thing to project this on—relationship after relationship, friendship after friendship—all crumbles before your eyes, and you ask why, knowing the reason is always you.”
― David Omrai

“I have always noticed that any kind of pressure narrows my awareness and stunts my curiosity, because once I apply my nose to the grindstone I find it difficult to stick it up in the air again to smell the flowers. Of course a degree of obsession often produces the best work; but it does not produce the best life.”
― John Cleese, So, Anyway...

“we need to stop evading the emptiness at our core and realise its true nature - lack of money, the great seduction”
― David R. Loy, Money, Sex, War, Karma: Notes for a Buddhist Revolution

“if i could just stop eating for 5 seconds, maybe i could be anorexic like a model”
― Karen Kilgariff, Stay Sexy & Don't Get Murdered: The Definitive How-To Guide

“I want you to focus solely on me. I want to be the center of your universe, Hunter. Will you give me that?”
― Eden West

“There she was before him in all her Aboriginal glory. Brown eyes and skin so tan it was nearly black. Her smile—a wondrous thing. Her lips—he imagined that by the end of summer, they’d be kissing him on the way home from Gravity Park. To Iron, elevated as she was in his poetic imagination, she had become something else entirely, obscuring lines between fact and fiction, between science and religion. Nothing made sense—and yet everything did.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Of All Things Sacred

“She rubs my nose lightly with her thumb and sighs. "It was devotion, Tristan. Devotion brought the world down. Misguided, unrelenting devotion. Devotion disguised as religion, duty, vocation, advancement. People forgot about other people. Don't become obsessed with anything; it reduces you.”
― Daniel Vitale, Orphans of Canland

“From that first day in his church, Jacks had wanted to watch her. He wanted to know what her voice sounded like, what her skin felt like. He'd followed her, listened to her prayer- hated her prayer. It had been one of the most god-awful prayers he'd ever heard. And yet even then he hadn't been able to walk away. He wanted a piece of her. To keep her. To use her for later.

At least that's what he'd told himself.

She was only a key.

A human.

She wasn't an obsession.

She wasn't his.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“The Dark Cloud
Is the privileged attitude of those who were born with everything
Is the aggressive manner of people who want to rule as queen and king
Is the weakness in coping abilities that spoiled kids have
Is the obsession you have with finding your other halve”
― Aida Mandic, The Dark Cloud

“Writing has been a way to save that which is no longer my reality – a sensation seizing me from head to foot, in the streets – but has become ''the possession,'’ a period of time, circumscribed and completed.”
― Ernaux Annie, The Possession

“For an uncertain reason, he felt pulled to her
against all his fears, his intentions, and his
experiences. All his mind could do was how
to get close to this person in blood and flesh.”
― Khuzema Ahmed, I Saw The Devil

“You would not have understood it. I hardly understood it myself. I only knew that I had seen perfection face to face, and that the world had become wonderful to my eyes— too wonderful, perhaps, for in such mad worships there is peril, the peril of losing them, no less than the peril of keeping them.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Of course I could never let you know anything about this. It would have been impossible. You would not have understood it. I hardly understood it myself. I only knew that I had seen perfection face to face, and that the world had become wonderful to my eyes— too wonderful, perhaps, for in such mad worships there is peril, the peril of losing them, no less than the peril of keeping them.”
― The Picture of Dorian Gray