obsession

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

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, alone, and asked, 'Why?

I may be 65 tomorrow, but i have no plans to 'let go.My psychiatrist asked me the same thing. He said he wanted to give me a pill so I wouldn__ obsess so much over momentary things. I told him I don__ want a pill. I want an answer.

Believing in God is great, getting obsessed with it is the problem

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

I would like to hear your life as you heard it, coming at you, instead of hearing it as I do, a sober sound of expectations reduced, desires blunted, hopes deferred or abandoned, chances lost, defeats accepted, griefs borne. I don't find your life uninteresting, as Rodman does. I would like to hear it as it sounded while it was passing. Having no future of my own, why shouldn't I look forward to yours.

Obsession is like a pretty, little, picket fence that offers itself up as a thin line--a separation between ingenuity and insanity.

He knew for certain that she belonged forever in his arms, just as he knew she didn__ realize it yet.

Our thoughts shape us. We become our obsessions. Our thoughts can enslave us or save us.

Emotions don__ interfere in my acting, nor in my life.

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.

I long for the day I no longer long for him.

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

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

I wonder what children whose parents have money think about in their spare time.

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.

Maybe it was obsession, but it was also happiness; an escape from the suckiness of everyday life. And when you find something that makes you happy and giddy and excited every day, us fangirls know a truth that everyone else seems to have forgotten: you hold on to that joy tenaciously, for as long as you can.

It was an obsession, it was a compulsion. "The way to banish temptation is to give into it," the saying went. Maybe if she experienced a gangbang, it wouldn't be such a big deal, and would no longer be the focus of her sexual imagination.