An over-indulgence of anything, even something as pure as water, can intoxicate.

Oftentimes winning can become an addiction, whether good or bad, to the point where you would rather lose it all before you lose at all.

When someone is stalking you because they think you are stalking them, it makes you wonder who really is the true stalker?

If I had to put the recipe for genius into one sentence, that might be it: to have a disinterested obsession with something that matters.

There is more to life than making a living. Do not work more than you live.

I don’t possess these thoughts I have — they possess me. I don’t possess these feelings I have — They obsess me.

I vow I am, and always will be, constant and faithful in my love for you, Anais. Nothing you or anyone else does shall alter these feelings. I am forever loving, forever waiting, forever yearning…forever...

He was possessed now with that obsession for the cross in which so many lips have worn themselves away on crucifixes.

Jodi Arias had a deadly obsession with Travis Alexander.

I don’t ever dream about you and meI don’t ever make up stuff about usThat would be considered insanityI don’t ever drive by your houseTo see if you’re inI don’t even have an opinionOn that...

I know. You do care. But inside the framework of a project. Right now it’s your studies. Later it’ll be roads and bridges. But people around you—their lives go on outside the framework. They’re not...

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed...

Worshiping someone requires complete passivity. To turn the principle of immobility into a rule.

God is up to something, but you will never know unless you figure out the difference between who is the messenger carrying your future and who is the person holding you back.

Clearly prize money received more serious attention than scurvy or signals.

The truth was…he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

We have formed a sick little friendship over the past year

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,...

I think you can love a person too much.You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what’s wrong – a hair out of place, a run...

Writing is my obsession, my passion. My relationship with it is one of the most complex and agonizing and richly vexing that I have in my life.

Extinguish my eyes, I’ll go on seeing you.Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you.And without feet I can make my way to you,without a mouth I can swear your name.Break off my arms, I’ll...

Searching for a lost city is a particularly European obsession.

Obsession. It starts with a spark. A flicker. At the strike of a match. Lying dormant in most of us, obsession feasts on the fumes, breathes in the smoky scent, curing around and in on...

And [Benji] cheats on you, Beck. A lot. Compulsively. He is in intense pursuit of a performance artist who fucks with his head the way he fucks with yours.

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.

That girl has done things to your head.’He pats my back, ‘Don’t pretend she’s not crawling inside of yours.

..if you put people on a diet, they start thinking about food. Or if you make someone stop smoking, all they think about is cigarettes. It seems logical enough to me that if you tell...

All the great novels are about obsession and people who are obsessed.

Pretty, was she?””Pretty?” he echoed. “Mister, when I see my first lady angel, if God ever sees fit to show me one, it’ll be her wings and not her face that’ll make my mouth fall...

I am obsessed with not being obsessed with acquiring material things.

I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

Voleva toccare quella donna.Voleva sporcare la pelle di Eleanor con la promessa di baci chel’avrebbero segnata dentro, dove nessuno avrebbe mai potuto leggerequanto profondamente il conte l’avesse marchiata come sua.

She came downstairs like a doe stepping into a clearing on the first day of hunting season. I felt like a coward. I was lower than dirt. I had used every trick in my book...

For you was I born, for you do I have life, for you will I die, for you am I now dying.

I needed them, sure, and we can all argue about the moment when the balance tipped and I needed them so much that I would hurt. But you can’t pretend they didn’t need me too,...

The thought of her gave me such a continual anguish that I could no more forget her than an aching tooth. It was involuntary, hopeless, compulsive. For years she had been the first thing I...

Numbers are the only things you can trust in this life, Kerstin; they will keep you sane.’Summer Lies Bleeding

Cure for an obsession: get another one.

We need repentance. You see, repentance is not only going to a priest and confessing. We must free ourselves from the obsession of thoughts. We fall many times during our life, and it is absolutely...

It looks like you’re mocking me as if I am a girl who still believes in Santa Claus.” Emily says.

and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped...

Two words from him, and I had seen my pouting apathy change into I’ll play anything for you till you ask me to stop, till it’s time for lunch, till the skin on my fingers...

She hates everything that is not what she longs for.

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)

Once you start recognizing your own obsessions, you know you’re getting old.

My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?

Each night I lie and dream about the oneWho kissed me and awakened my desireI spent a single hour with him aloneAnd since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

The knives of jealousy are honed on details.

All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.

I love you so much that nothing can matter to me – not even you…Only my love- not your answer. Not even your indifference