obsessions

Obsessions are the only things that matter.

Our thoughts shape us. We become our obsessions. Our thoughts can enslave us or save us.

Mind hates to seep in delusion soaking faintly discolored obsession.

Cutting down a wall, the wall sawyer could feel the tension in a home ease and something windy rush in circles round her feet. It was addictive, each a sweet victory of art. The tumbling motion of a falling wall was like a volcanic eruption fading into a mountain of roses. The wall sawyer felt a loving animosity toward walls. __ou must pay attention to your obsessions, where life and love intersect,_ she told the little queen._

There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.

I wonder if whoever invented World of Warcraft realizes it__ practice for sociopaths.

Let go into His arms untill you find yourself obsessed with things devine

Many of us learned that keeping busy_kept us at a distance from our feelings...Some of us took the ways we busied ourselves__ecoming overachievers & workaholics__s self esteem_But whenever our inner feeling did not match our outer surface, we were doing ourselves a disservice_If stopping to rest meant being barraged with this discrepancy, no wonder we were reluctant to cease our obsessive activity.

You must be careful. There are things that should never be given up. You must persevere.

I would fight of course. Oh, I would fight. Better destroy everything than surrender her.

There are, of course, the people who revolve around themselves--but I agree with you, she's not one of that kind. She's totally uninterested in herself. And yet she's got a strong character--there must be something. I thought at first it was her art--but it isn't. I've never met anyone so detached from life. That's dangerous.''Dangerous? What do you mean?''Well, you see--it must mean an obsession of some kind, and obsessions are always dangerous.

A bird cannot love freely when caged.

An artist is nothing without his or her obsessions, and I have mine.

I found myself with a perseverance worthy of a much better cause.

If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.