#session

Pretty, was she?" "Pretty?" he echoed. "Mister, when I see my first lady angel, if God ever sees fit to show me one, it'll be her wings and not her face that'll make my mouth fall open. I've already seen the prettiest face that ever could be. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#heaven #love #obsession #women #beauty

She wanted him to tell her that when you love someone so hard and so fierce, it was all right to do things that you knew were wrong. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#obsession #love

He really would have done all that for her, you see, and done it believing he'd burn in hell forever for doing it. He hadn't done it, and wouldn't had made her his anyway, but you see why he'd have figured it did. Or maybe I saw it anyway, at the time. He was a maniac and a monster, but people don't love like that anymore. Or maybe it's only the maniacs and monsters who do. I don't know. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#obsession #love

To love in the sense of passion-love is the contrary of to live. It is an impoverishment of one's being, an askesis without sequel, an inability to enjoy the present without imagining it as absent, a never-ending flight from possession. ↗

— Denis de Rougemont

#love #never-ending #passion #possession #present

Passion is a positive obsession. Obsession is a negative passion. ↗

— Paul Carvel

#obsession #passion #love

Because I want to have sex with him--and because that's sinful--I'm blushing and flushing furiously under his scrutinizing scrutiny. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#crime-fiction #drama #e-l-james #fifty-shades #fifty-shades-of-grey

The teeth!—the teeth!—they were here, and there, and everywhere, and visibly and palpably before me; long, narrow, and excessively white, with the pale lips writhing about them, as in the very moment of their first terrible development. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#obsession #imagination

It is not true that everyone is special. It is true that everyone was once special and still possesses the ability to recover it. ↗

— Criss Jami

#adulthood #blunt #finding-yourself #genius #honest

Time is at once the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions. ↗

— John Randolph

#once #our #perishable #possessions #time

how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it. ↗

— Richard Siken

#obsession #love