#obsess

I don't possess these thoughts I have --- they possess me. I don't possess these feelings I have --- They obsess me. ↗

— Ashly Lorenzana

#madness #obsession #possession #thoughts #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

May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. "Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. "Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul! ↗

— Emily Brontë

#death #hate #love #malediction #obsession

He was possessed now with that obsession for the cross in which so many lips have worn themselves away on crucifixes. ↗

— Émile Zola

#religious-faith #faith