#obsess

You've got the wrong girl." "On the contrary..." the voice murmured, "I've got exactly the girl I want." Her body turned to ice. Her mind fought for calm. There were people only yards away, yet she was alone... "You're bleeding." Lips closed over hers. A kiss so passionate that time faded and stopped... so passionate, it sucked her breath away... Searing heat swept through her- pain and pleasure throbbing through her veins. With a helpless moan, she leaned into him and realized with a shock the kiss had ended. ↗

— Richie Tankersley Cusick

#fiction #obsessive-love #paranormal #richie-tankersley-cusick #the-unseen

Because all the brilliant ones- they can sing it and they can paint it, but they can't do it. You can't expect them to love you. ↗

— Dakota Lane

#artist #fan #music #the-orpheus-obsession #art

U bezit zoveel verstand, zoveel kennis, zoveel talenten waar u plezier aan kunt beleven! Verman u toch! Geef het toch op, die treurige verknochtheid aan iemand die u er alleen maar om kan beklagen. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#love

All good research-whether for science or for a book-is a form of obsession. ↗

— Mary Roach

#science

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want. ↗

— Sara Gruen

#obsession #want #walking

I'm obsessed with shopping. I'll get these urges to buy, like to shop for stuff on the Internet. I search for all kinds of weird gizmos I could get. ↗

— Tom Felton

#could #get #gizmos #i #internet

What I'm trying to do is find either existing properties or come up with properties or angles or stories which will create music drama. It's my obsession and most of all I would like to remain working in theatre. I think it's very much alive. ↗

— Pete Townshend

#angles #come #create #drama #either

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 for anywhere else. She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds... but thank God it was not that echo alone that I worshipped. What I used to pamper among the tangled vines of my heart, mon grand pch radieux, had dwindled to its essence: sterile and selfish vice, all that I cancelled and cursed. You may jeer at me, and threaten to clear the court, but until I am gagged and halfthrottled, I will shout my poor truth. I insist the world know how much I loved my Lolita, this Lolita, pale and polluted, and big with another’s child, but still gray-eyed, still sooty-lashed, still auburn and almond, still Carmencita, still mine; Changeons de vie, ma Carmen, allons vivre quelque, part o nous ne serons jamais spars; Ohio? The wilds of Massachusetts? No matter, even if those eyes of hers would fade to myopic fish, and her nipples swell and crack, and her lovely young velvety delicate delta be tainted and torneven then I would go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of your dear wan face, at the mere sound of your raucous young voice, my Lolita. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#obsession #poetic #imagination

I feel we live in the kind of culture now where you have to be very smart to navigate the right way, and I just don't have those smarts. I think with age and time it will change, but I can't obsess about it. ↗

— Sienna Miller

#age #change #culture #feel #i

The creative habit is like a drug. The particular obsession changes, but the excitement, the thrill of your creation lasts. ↗

— Henry Moore

#creation #creative #excitement #habit #lasts