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“I am beyond sick...sick with love, with lust, with worry, with jealousy, with envy, with hatred, with anger, with resentment...I am so sick with it all and it is all for you...everything I feel, I feel about you. Everything I have done, I have done for you" he said as if justifying his actions. Her tears falling now, she needed to get him to let her go...”

“Obsession /əbˈseSHən/ (noun) 1. The act of constantly asking hackers to get the Google Passwords of the person you can't ever leave alone. 2. Constantly telling every new woman that that this person won't leave you alone, while you are looking them up on the computer to see if they are looking you up on the computer. 3. Ruining every relationship you are in because of this other person you are obsessed over. 4. A trait of a narcissist”

“For artists, obsession obviously comes in handy. It not only gives us the energy and power to create the artistic object, but it fills up our minds in a way few other things could. But can obsession fill the death hole? Of course not, though maybe it is out of nothingness that we all begin to create. If the world doesn't exist then we will make our own world. Maybe all this fever of creation, this need to be special, this frenzy--what Thomas Wolfe called an "enormous task of excavation" of self--this creation comes at least in part out of the terror of pure emptiness, the terror of the end. The need to fill the void, to make something out of this vast sense of nothing. Extreme fear of oblivion creating extreme creation. We hurl ourselves against the death void.”

“Missing someone you love for an extended period of time can and will lead to madness, every bit as much as a wound that is not cleaned will lead to a festering sore, and thence an illness that spreads throughout the body. The only boundary between desire and obsession is time; if you crave someone long enough, it becomes a need. It becomes your ever-waking thought. The only thing you live for.”

“Finally, he'd been forced to rip her hands from his shoulders and pin them to the sheets as he finished, and she'd fought him enough that he'd had to work a little to keep her pinned. When he came, Nick felt so dizzy with lust that it was like his head had been packed with cotton. She's all mine, he thought, as he thrust into her a final time, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the floral scent of her hair. She doesn't need to love me to give me what I want.”

“Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind, when it has once seized on it, like a lichen on the rock. I wished sometimes to shake off all thought and feeling; but I learned that there was but one means to overcome the sensation of pain, and that was death -- a state which I feared yet did not understand.”

“We do so many things together. We go to theatres, exhibitions, bookstores, we spend hours and hours discussing politics, books, films, friends. And you think I do these things for the same reason you do, because I enjoy them. But you're wrong. I do them all for it, for the tapeworm. That's how it seems to me: that my whole life is no longer for my sake but for the sake of what I carry inside me, of which I am now no more than a servant.”

“The split second has been growing more and more important to us. And as human activities become more and more intermeshed and integrated, the split tenth of a second will emerge, and then a new name must be made for the split hundredth, until one day, although I don’t believe it, we’ll say, “Oh, the hell with it. What’s wrong with an hour?” But it isn’t silly, this preoccupation with small time units. One thing late or early can disrupt everything around it, and the disturbance runs outward in bands like the waves from a dropped stone in a quiet pool.”

“She: Hello. I am a big fan of yours, Mr. Writer. He: Do you seriously like reading my words? She: I won't tell a lie to you. From the day I started reading your words, they connected with a deeper part of my soul. He: This is so amazing to hear. Glad my words could make you feel something. She: I have anxiety issues. I usually cannot sleep untill 3am most nights. So, I stay up late in the night and stalk you. That's when I spend time reading your words and checking your posts. They mean a lot to me. I am obsessively in love with your words. He: Wow! Just Fantastic. I am elated to meet you. She: And I am ecstatic to meet you. I have been following you from the past five years. I have come here to this city, specially to meet you.”

“She: Hello. I am a big fan of yours, Mr. Writer. He: Hello. Do you seriously like reading my words? She: I won't tell a lie to you. From the day I started reading your words, they connected with a deeper part of my soul. He: This is so amazing to hear. Glad my words could make you feel something. She: I have anxiety issues. I usually cannot sleep untill 3 am most nights. So, I stay up late in the night and stalk you. That's when I spend time reading your words and checking your posts. They mean a lot to me. I am obsessively in love with your words. He: Wow! Just Fantastic. I am elated to meet you. She: And I am ecstatic to meet you. I have been following you from the past five years. I have come here to this city, specially to meet you.”

“Oh, how stubbornly does love - or even that cunning semblance of love which flourishes in the imagination, but strikes no depth of root into the heart - how stubbornly does it hold its faith, until the moment come, when it is doomed to vanish into thin mist! (...) After the first interview, a second was in the inevitable course of what we call fate. A third; a fourth; and a meeting with Beatrice in the garden was no longer an incident in Giovanni’s daily life, but the whole space in which he might be said to live; for the anticipation and memory of that ecstatic hour made up the remainder.”

“High Elf Archer: More and more demons have appeared near the capital lately, as I’m sure you know. Goblin Slayer: I do not. High Elf Archer: It’s due to the revival of the Dark Gods. They’re building an army to destroy the world! Goblin Slayer: I see. High Elf Archer: …And we were hoping… with your help… Goblin Slayer: Find someone else. I hunt goblins or nothing.”

“Jay was neither a small woman, nor a passive one, which suited Nick just fine because he had no use for either. No, underneath all that cool reserve of hers was something hot and bright that he wanted all to himself, something that infused her moral correctitude with a warmth that belied her restraint. He looked up to find her watching him and very deliberately pressed his mouth to the back of her hand before allowing her to free it. That was the price. Control—or the absence of it. He was going to make her lose it all.”

“I hadn't grown up fat. Not overweight. Not obese, or plus-size, or whatever you can call it now without sounding politically incorrect, or insensitive, or unscientific. But I always *felt* fat. Did that somehow meat I was destined to one day *be* fat, or did my obsession with being fat even when I wasn't lead to me eventually being fat? Does what we try most to avoid come after us because we paid too much attention to it with our worry?”

“The great majority of those who came to see me belonged to the gray brotherhood of obsession, people imprisoned within a single idea, an idea not even their own but appropriated from previous generations; people like the inventors of the perpetuum mobile; weak in imagination, and trivial and absurd in their solutions. Yet even they burn with that consuming fire of objectivity that forces a man to renew efforts that are doomed to failure. How pitiful are these flawed geniuses, these titans of stunted spirit, crippled at birth by nature, who, as one of her grim jokes, bestowed upon their talentlessness a creative frenzy worthy of a Leonardo. Their lot in life is indifference or mockery, and all that you can do for them is listen patiently for an hour or two and nod at their monomania.”