Best 453 quotes in «obsession quotes» category

Aşk nedir?” “Neymiş?” “Aşk, Füsun'un karayolları, kaldırımlar, evler, bahçeler ve odalarda gezinirken ve çay bahçelerinde, lokantalarda ve akşam yemeği sofrasında otururken, ona bakan Kemal'in duyduğu bağlılık duygusuna verilen addır.” “Hmmm… güzel cevap” derdi Füsun. “Beni görmediğin zaman aşk olmuyor mu?” “O zaman fena bir takıntı, bir hastalık oluyor.

As long as she is near or within his power to reach, he will be drawn to her, leaving less of him for others and that's why she had to leave. She knew, despite her own great desire, that there are consequences and responsibilities that are more important and life-altering than personal feelings.

A true artist removes his heart willingly, allows constructive criticism to stomp it, then puts it back—bruised and aching—as he continues to strive for excellence due to the all-consuming obsession and love for his art.

Be a little less obsessed with how I live my life and a little more obsessed with how you live your own.

Beauty makes fools of the wise.

Be careful not to appear obsessively intellectual. When intelligence fills up, it overflows a parody.

Before we can influence our culture, our visions must die.

Being in a relationship has the tendency to deceive one into believing that there is someone without whom one cannot live.

But does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end-and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy? To try to make some meaning out of all this seems unbelievably quaint. Maybe I only see a pattern because I've been staring too long. But then again, to paraphrase Boris, maybe I see a pattern because it's there.

Be mad - be drunk - be obsessed, not for a guru, messiah, doctrine or ideology, but for an idea - a novel, original idea with the potential for doing good in the world.

Book collecting is an obsession, an occupation, a disease, an addiction, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate. It is not a hobby. Those who do it must do it. Those who do not do it, think of it as a cousin of stamp collecting, a sister of the trophy cabinet, bastard of a sound bank account and a weak mind.

But it is easy to call a man in love a mad man.

Che cosa credevate di fare?» Eleanor, un po’ stupita e un po’ offesa, lo guardò come se non credesse a ciò che lui le aveva appena fatto. «Mi sembrava di essere stata chiara a Clifton Hall, dovete lasciarmi in pace!» «E allora vattene!» Ashton l’aggredì all’improvviso, esausto. Disperato. Tutta quella smania, quella voglia di lei... Di quella donna che faceva male al cuore... Lo capì con chiarezza, una realtà distruttiva e logorante: Eleanor White lo avrebbe sempre respinto, allo stesso modo in cui non avrebbe mai smesso di rifiutare il desiderio che Ashton nutriva nei suoi confronti. Lui invece sarebbe rimasto schiavo di quella serva e della voglia che lo stava logorando istante dopo istante, solo. Perduto. Senza speranza. «VATTENE!

But she just couldn’t stop checking her phone; she wanted to stop, tried to stop, but the pull would not let her go. It was a strange experience for her to be doing the obsessive phone-checking thing. Vanessa talked about it, and she had heard stories about it from other friends. One date with a guy and suddenly the phone becomes like an appendage endowed with some super power to predict your future.

But the most important thing I know is that I want the possibility of you more than the reality of [her].

By trying to export myself into a place that didn't fully exist I asked works of art to bear my expectation that they could be better than life, that they could redeem life. In fact, I believe they are, and do. My life is dedicated to that belief. But still, I asked too much of them: I asked them also to be both safer than life and fuller, a better family. That they couldn't give. At the depths I'd plumb them, so many perfectly sufficient works of art would become thin, anemic. I sucked the juice out of what I loved until I found myself in a desert, sucking rocks for water.

Certainly, it is more reasonable to devote one's life to women than to postage stamps, old snuff-boxes, or even to paintings and statues.

Choose your obsession. Some choose love, some art, some politics, some money, some power, some running marathons. I chose happiness.

Can any work in a prison camp merge with your dreams, absorb your whole soul, rob you of sleep? It can—but only the work you do to escape!

Don't come, I was thinking now. Wherever you are, stay there. Because with her reduced to a fantasy, I could imagine a wonderful meeting. I could see her smiling, tossing her red-haired head, staring at me with inquisitive eyes. I'd say something meaningful to her, and she'd melt for me. Reality could not live up to that.

Dès ce moment, le doux espoir a remplacé la cruelle inquiétude. J'aurai cette femme, je l'enlèverai au mari qui la profane, j'oserai la ravir au Dieu même qu'elle adore.

Did I love her? No. I obsessed over her completely. And thank heavens I was obsessed. Obsession, infatuation, is something short-lived. A sweet fever dream that leaves you exhausted from the high. Love is perpetual. Love is an entire world compared to that other form of mania people mistake love for. If love is loving the reality of a person, obsession is idealising the fantasy of another. Did I love her? No. Never. But I was utterly obsessed.

Create a character with an obsession, then follow.

«Dimmi che sarà sufficiente» mormorò contro le sue labbra. Dimmi che basterà per cancellarti dalla mia mente. Dimmi che potrò essere libero da te.

Doing something once can be addicting. Doing it twice is admitting it.

Do not allow yourself to be obsessed on failures

Don’t let your problems become your obsession.

Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.

Empathy is a quality today that we need more than ever. Throughout his life Jesus showed empathy and care for others on a level never seen before. From him we learn that Gods ways of service to others before obsession with self is the path he wants us to walk on and deep down we know it.

El cuento requiere una reducción del campo narrativo análoga al estrechamiento de conciencia que acompaña a las ideas fijas. En cierto modo, el cuentista procede como un obseso.

Emily is grateful to this man and gradually she begins to immerse herself into the world of Tiger's obsession.

Enemies are the people who think about you more than your friends do.

Ever since her obsession with Jonathan Cain, a deranged transfer student who had been at Sweet Valley for a month, Enid’s life had been entirely guyless.

Erik rose, as I entered, but dared not turn in my direction. 'Erik!' I cried, 'show me your face without fear! I swear you are the most unhappy and sublime of men; and, if ever again I shiver when I look at you, it will be because I am thinking of the splendor of your genius!' Then Erik turned round, for he believed me, and I also had faith in myself. He fell at my feet with words of love... with words of love in his dead mouth... and the music had ceased... He kissed the hem of my dress and did not see that I closed my eyes. "What more can I tell you, dear? You now know the tragedy. It went on for a fortnight- a fortnight during which I lied to him. My lies were as hideous as the monster who inspired them; but they were the price of my liberty. I burned his mask; and I managed so well that, even when he was not singing, he tried to catch my eye, like a dog sitting by its master. He was my faithful slave and paid me endless little attentions.

Even when not in the act of writing Muscatine a letter, I was often composing one in my mind, situating the words just so, plunking one here, then one there, gauging how to sound worthy of his regard.

Eventually, her designed genetic material will be implanted into my egg, which first would have had my genetic material removed. Then my mother could become my baby. And someday, when I get old, I can become her baby. Then she will be mine, and I will be hers.

Even though it inspires some of the world's greatest literature, music, and art, obsessive love is one of the most potent and compelling of tortures and one of the most difficult to overcome -- especially because it feels beyond conscious control. Tormented lovers try the patience even of those who truly love them, because they sufferers do not desire help extricating themselves though they claim to be seeking it; this is an illness from which no one wants to be cured.

Everybody has a second personality, it may possess and make you do whatever it likes.

Everyday, in the afternoon, When the sun and the clouds are in equipoise, I look up, with shrunken eyes and shadowed forehead, To see whether you hide in them, If those shapes could make some sense, And I find you walking your dog, laughing aloud, Driving your car and Dancing in the bar, Working very hard and playing retard, Hurting my eyes, head and heart; I look upon the ground, Tossing a stone as cold as your soul, Realisation is a fantasy, Omnipresence is not your genre, but Obsession is mine.

Everything his parents repressed, Severin contracted and kept, collected almost, with the ambition to revive it when needed.

Faceva male. Qualunque sentimento risultava doloroso accanto a quella donna, ogni cosa che nasceva e moriva attorno a Eleanor possedeva spine taglienti che si conficcavano ovunque dentro di lui. Un dolore al quale, nonostante tutto, il suo corpo non riusciva a rinunciare. Graffiami. Incidi tutta te stessa dentro di me, così che possa avere l’illusione di averti per sempre.

Follow the ideal doing, grind the beans just before brewing. Use spring water, for softened water, makes a horror. A parley perfect, between the coffee, and the milk, with some, brown sugar thick.” (Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginger and Honey)

Finia glanced towards her bedroom, wishing the darkness would swallow her whole.

Find a game you like and play it. Play it sixteen hours a day.

Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don't guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it's total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It's feral. And it's relentless.

For some, like me, writing comes at a price. My best creations were written while I was emotionally ripped open. I've spent some scenes so mentally self-exposed that I could barely see what I was writing. And as I sit here-my heart pounding, heaviness threatening to pull my heart down to my stomach, I ask myself this question...are you ready to bleed some more? I smile and without pause, I pull up my current WIP.

Freedom begins on the other side of obsession.

He could quite quickly become detached from the nuances of common human emotion. Particularly if he was engaged in some aspect of a scientific problem or research. His work excluded any consideration for the feelings of those around him. And he rarely excused himself or justified his behavior. It was as if he was compelled to focus all his energy on one subject and was unaware that others did not follow his obsession.

Guys like you can't escape the city. Hell, you a got a blood contract with this place. You're married to the old girl.

He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, thought not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted as absurd clues in a clever puzzle.