#session

It's like this when you fall hard for a musician. It's a crush with religious overtones. You listen to the songs and you memorize the words and the notes and this is a form of prayer. You attend the shows and this is the liturgy. You're interested in relics -- guitar picks, set lists, the sweaty napkin applied to His brow. You set up shrines in your room. It's not just about the music. It's about who you are when you listen to the music and who you wish to be and the way a particular song can bridge that gap, can make you feel the abrupt thrill of absolute faith. ↗

— Steve Almond

#music #music-obsession #faith

I had cooperated. I could not have refused. I was smitten with her, half in love but also afraid, because in my life (and she seemed to know this) I had not loved anyone without having been wounded. Love was power and possession, love caused pain: you were never more exposed than when you were in love, never more wounded; possession was an enslavement, something stifling. ↗

— Paul Theroux

#love #possession #power #life

love keeps you up at night, fills your mind at school, and obsesses with your soul. ↗

— Jeanie Wilding

#mind #obsession #soul-mates #love

I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#obsession #love

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#obsession #love

It's similar to the way you feel cuddling an infant or a kitten, when you want to squeeze it so hard you'd kill it... ↗

— Zoë Heller

#obsession #love

I don't want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#alpha-male #alpha-male-declaration-of-love #alpha-males #fans #love

The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#dead

Your criticism sounds to me as if you have read too many critical books and are too smart in an artificial, destructive, and very limited way. ↗

— Flannery O'Connor

#william-sessions #destruction

Marie, let’s suppose that two firemen go into a forest to put out a small fire. Afterwards, when they emerge and go over to a stream, the face of one is all smeared with black, while the other man’s face is completely clean. My question is this: which of the two will wash his face? That’s a silly question. The one with the dirty face of course.’ No, the one with the dirty face will look at the other man and assume that he looks like him. And, vice versa, the man with the clean face will see his colleague covered in grime and say to himself: I must be dirty too. I’d better have a wash.’ What are you trying to say?’ I’m saying that, during the time I spent in the hospital, I came to realize that I was always looking for myself in the women I loved. I looked at their lovely, clean faces and saw myself reflected in them. They, on the other hand, looked at me and saw the dirt on my face and, however intelligent or self-confident they were, they ended up seeing themselves reflected in me thinking that they were worse than they were. Please, don’t let that happen to you. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#obsession #relations #intelligence