obsession [Theme] Page 4

If you devote all the time one thing to the detriment of friendly conversations and quiet reflections about life, it's easy to lose yourself.

By the way, I didn't say I bothered your obsession with me?

Collect dargintsev.
I don't take the salvation of their souls, because the freedom of the will of others is sacred to me.

Non-resistant to evil is absorbed and becomes obsessed with them.

Be careful! The obsession with celebrities is usually masking your own depression and low self esteem.

Possessed by evil is vulnerable, if to destroy what is dearest to him. You can release puppets, if you break their connecting thread.

I'm obsessed with the idea of capturing the innocence in the eyes before she turn into fear. It's a thin line between black, white, gray.

Enthusiasm is a virus, such as curiosity or obsession.

The weaker the person, the more he becomes obsessed with the pain of others, yet himself not destroyed.

True love is an obsession, a drug. You always want to see a loved one, to hear the voice, to inhale the scent of the body, to be touched. And the more love, the more you need to increase the dose, I want more kisses, touches and encounters.
If this week you have insufficient portion of the one you have starts breaking. You like a man possessed, for, call, write SMS. Tearing through you a shiver, it's your inner voice shouts: "I Want more, never want to part with him."
But what happens when this drug is addictive? Touch is not the same welcome, kissing is not such passionate words are empty and looks lifeless. Every day is riddled with agony.
Be careful with this drug, which is called "love."

Its outward appearance was standing in front of him, the domestic, in all of plenitelnogo etched in his mind.
He lived under the smell this image...
This kind of weird obsession with a dark, intimate, exciting, exquisite in its mystery.

- I remember how we met remember that day I wanted to look into your eyes again and again, that's when I realized that tone, but your eyes kept me afloat. Your raging waters all the more enticed me and I couldn't resist such a strong current... From the very first meeting I was ready to drown in you, that we were always together. I didn't care about that are fraught with the depth of your water, how many pitfalls, because for the first time after meeting with you eyes, I realized that we are one.
I knew that you will give me a boundless ocean of emotions, happiness and love that will consume me, and that was that.
After so many years, and I still knees weak when you look into my eyes. I drowned in you forever...

... If you write without passion, without zeal, without love, without joy, you are only half a writer. This means you constantly tap one eye in the direction of the commercial market, or in the direction of avant-garde parties and not myself. You don't even know. Because the writer must be possessed. It should a fever from the heat and delight.

The pain gives me the obsession and power.