Those who cannot have your love, will gladly accept your hatred.

I wished, as it were, to procrastinate all that related to my feelings of affection until the great object, which swallowed up every habit of my nature, should be completed.

No. She told me she was going to marry him, to get French nationality . . . She was obsessed with getting a nationality…

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...

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

All men are, at times, influenced by inexplicable sentiments. Ideas haunt them in spite of all their efforts to discard them. Prepossessions are entertained, for which their reason is unable to discover any adequate cause....

And people with obsessions, reflected Bond, were blind to danger.

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.

This isn’t a crush, it’s obsession.You are never not in my thoughts. Your scent carries across a room and paralyzes me with longing. I don’t want to hold your hand. Part of me wants to...

It’s nothing serious,” he said. “It’s just an obsession.

Is it love, obsession, infatuation? You don’t know. You think of a strange and beautiful word you read about once, Limerance, a psychological term, meaning an obsessive love, a state that’s almost like a drug....

Mujer, you own my soul.

It happened to some people, that obsession with throwing their clothes off at an age when it would be best to keep them on.

He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.

[…] passion is by no means the fuller life which it seems to be in the dreams of adolescence, but is on the contrary a kind of naked and denuding intensity, verily, a bitter destitution,...

William looked up… through his tears… past the catwalk and lights… past the sky… through the dark and clouds and stars and into the void where he once knew God existed, then turned himself outside-in,...

My landlord lives in the flat at the bottom of the stairs. I rent a studio flat from him, and live at the top of the staircase. There are two more flights of stairs and...

Laura, this isn’t love. Love lets you go on a trip without following you. Love can live without you for a week, knowing you’ll come back.”No, it can’t.’ The afternoon shadows grew long and cold....

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.

how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was anotherappleto slice into pieces.Look at the light through the windowpane. That means...

I invented you the way I like but I have fallen for you the way you are.

Thomas finally tired of playing with me mentally and moved into phase two of his obsession to rid himself of me. I was informed continually that resistance would be futile, and there was no way...

In recent months, the emotional aspect has become as necessary to me as the physical. It amuses me, this strange quirk of mine. I want my little captive to love me, to care about me....

I’m not saying you are jealous or insecure. I’m just saying that you obsessing over another person’s accomplishments makes you look that way.

The teeth!—the teeth!—they were here, and there, and everywhere, and visibly and palpably before me; long, narrow, and excessively white, with the pale lips writhing about them, as in the very moment of their first...

If I blink she’ll disappear,” he told her. She looked at him and said,”Maybe that is the best thing for you.

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,...

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

I don’t want to say it, I truly don’t, but if you’ve gone this far I suppose it’s obvious that what was ignited when I loved you continues to burn. But that’s of small importance...

That’s when he hit her, when he saw how scared she was. He couldn’t bear it that she was frightened and asking for help. Asking for help is wrong. Because there isn’t any such thing...

No one but another painter could know the delicacy required to balance the complexities, to keep reality at bay in order to remain in the innermost center of his work.