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“You have haunted me in my dreams, Followed me in my memory, And enamoured me… …Nirvana… Your name echoes in the most silent parts of my mind, Brought to life by the memory of your touch, And the gentle sway of our bodies to the jazz music You have become my obsession, Of which I will never tire. Salvatore”

“I could have the world’s best painter try to recreate what I’m looking at right now,” he began, those soulless eyes looking across my face, unbothered by whatever I had to say, “and he could never truly capture you as beautiful as you are right now, my little mouse.”

“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 love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something?”

“You’re coming with me.” “Like hell I am!” “It’s not safe out here for a young inexperienced girl like you. You’ll come back to my cabin. You’ll stay with me.” I violently shake my head from side to side as I cross my arms in defiance. “No, I won’t.” “This isn’t a request.” His tone comes out rougher and is oozing with dominance. “You’ll come with me or I’ll tie you up and carry you over my shoulder.” “Then I guess you better get the rope, Tarzan, because I’m not going anywhere.” We stare at each other for a long tense moment and then he steps forward with a determined look on his face.”

“I wonder if anyone watches me, if someone across the street sees the glow of my bedroom, the silhouette of my canopy, the flick of my vape light, the press of my palm against glass. Do they see a girl? Or do they see the monster inside the maiden? I could be your neighbor. I could be the one who waves at your dog, the one who compliments your shoes on the train, the one who holds the door for your precious daughter. And I could be the last thing you ever see.”

“I could tie someone up with that silk scarf and throw him into the river, his bloated body bobbing up in the morning to spoil the tourists’ breakie. I could stab someone’s eardrums in with the stiletto of my candy-pink heels. I could slit someone’s eyeballs open with my mermaid scale sequin bomber jacket. And I’d look fabulous doing it. I think about that sometimes. The utility of beauty.”

“People like them never expect darkness to crawl into their perfect lives. Robots, both of them, NPCs wandering around in the matrix as a reminder to fall in line with the made up fallacy of an American Dream—a nickname for an idea so perfectly aligned with its inevitable destiny of doom it sounds preplanned. They pose as a remnant of the nuclear family, an idiotic ideal that catastrophically blew apart nearly immediately after conception—an intelligent design behind the hellscape we know as society.”

“Loneliness was never meant for the living; it was especially designed for the dying by Satan himself. Whether we’re surrounded by loved ones or not, it’s only the one slipping into the next world that is experiencing death. Dying is the loneliest moment of anyone’s life—and everyone seems hell-bent on getting there as fast as possible.”

“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.”

“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. Need like a wolf paces the perimeter of your world, back and forth, back and forth, never letting up. ...You're appalled by the new appetites within you, kicking their feet and clawing to get out.”