#obsession

The outside world holds no interest for me without you." -Edward ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#obsession

. . . All artists’ work is autobiographical. Any writer’s work is a map of their psyche. You can really see what their concerns are, what their obsessions are, and what interests them. ↗

— Kim Addonizio

#poetry #writers #writing #obsession

He had quite liked the dwarfs. He often had no idea what they were talking about, but for a group of homicidal, class-obsessed small people, they were really rather good fun. ↗

— John Connolly

#fun #obsession

Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#edward #midnight-sun #stalker #stephenie-meyer #twilight

I was consumed by the mystery Edward presented. And more than a little obsessed by Edward himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I wasn't as eager to escape Forks as I should be, as any normal, sane person would be. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#twilight #obsession

I'm not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know I'm a fascinating guy, but this is starting to feel like an unhealthy obsession. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#nora #scott #obsession

You know, I can't stop thinking about you. Oh really? Why you so obsessed about me? Because..you're so full of shit yet still alive. ↗

— Toba Beta

#overconfidence #obsession

I have this desire to have this immaculate form of love that really doesn't exist, so my obsession goes on through life and I never find it and I end up miserable. But it makes me a better writer. ↗

— Angel Haze

#desire #end #exist #find #form

To muse for long unwearied hours with my attention riveted to some frivolous device upon the margin, or in the typography of a book — to become absorbed for the better part of a summer's day in a quaint shadow falling aslant upon the tapestry, or upon the floor — to lose myself for an entire night in watching the steady flame of a lamp, or the embers of a fire — to dream away whole days over the perfume of a flower — to repeat monotonously some common word, until the sound, by dint of frequent repetition, ceased to convey any idea whatever to the mind — to lose all sense of motion or physical existence in a state of absolute bodily quiescence long and obstinately persevered in — Such were a few of the most common and least pernicious vagaries induced by a condition of the mental faculties, not, indeed, altogether unparalleled, but certainly bidding defiance to any thing like analysis or explanation. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#monomania #obsession #dreams

The obsession with performance left no room for the development of the intuitive or spiritual impact of space and form other than the aesthetic of the machine itself. ↗

— Arthur Erickson

#development #form #impact #intuitive #itself