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Obsessive Love Quotes

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Shannon L. Alder
“I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something?”
Shannon L. Alder

Vladimir Nabokov
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.
My sin, my soul.
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock.
She was Lola in slacks.
She was Dolly at school.
She was Dolores on the dotted line.
But in my arms she was always Lolita.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

ANSA Reads
“You have haunted me in my dreams,
Followed me in my memory,
And enamoured me…
…Nirvana…
Your name echoes in the most silent parts of my mind,
Brought to life by the memory of your touch, And the gentle sway of our bodies to the jazz music
You have become my obsession,
Of which I will never tire.

Salvatore
ANSA Reads, GODLY OBSESSION: How badly does she want her freedom?

Noyar Cecil
“For the first time, I feel her waist, exactly like I imagined. Soft. Supple. Covered in a layer of warmth that clings to my palms like a perfectly worn leather grip on a trusted sidearm.”
Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves: A Dark Contract Marriage Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Noyar Cecil
“I murmur, “Don’t call me your wife.”
He whispers, “I will. That word tells me you’re mine. My wife. My Abigail. My muse.”
Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves: A Dark Contract Marriage Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Noyar Cecil
“I’m not supposed to act on the thoughts that cross my mind. Obviously. Even if I wanted to act on them, I can’t. How can I act on the thought of touching his jaw to know how his stubble feels? Or the thought of licking his lips to see if they carry the scent of tobacco? Or the thought of tracing his abs just to know if they’re as hard as his chest?”
Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves: A Dark Contract Marriage Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Noyar Cecil
“She’s facing the ocean, her black waves dancing in the night breeze, the moonlight brushing against her skin. Muse.”
Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves: A Dark Contract Marriage Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Noyar Cecil
“I can see your dirty thoughts written all over your face, wife. Keep your focus on the meeting so I can do the same.”
Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves: A Dark Contract Marriage Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Noyar Cecil
“Now breathe in,” he murmurs, even more seductively. “Out.”
And my damned brain imagines something very not meditation-related.”
Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves: A Dark Contract Marriage Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Noyar Cecil
“He rubs my cheek with his knuckles, his eyes following the movement like a man possessed.
“Unreal. Maddening.”
His darkened amber eyes lift to mine. “Muse.”
Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves: A Dark Contract Marriage Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Noyar Cecil
“I hate you, Alexander.”
“Hate me, muse,” he whispers in trembling voice. “Hate me all you want, but come back to me. Hate me. Love me. Fight me. But do it in my arms.”
Noyar Cecil, Obsession He Craves: A Dark Contract Marriage Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Torque Stone
“You were never meant to be free of me.”
Torque Stone, Wickedly Claimed

“A man filled with obsession, spirit of jealousy, envy, angriness, argumentative and quarrelsome spirit, lies, manipulation, and mental and psychological issues, has a strong legion of demons within himself, disguising himself as a Christian.”
Shaila Touchton

“I wonder if anyone watches me, if someone across the street sees the glow of my bedroom, the silhouette of my canopy, the flick of my vape light, the press of my palm against glass. Do they see a girl? Or do they see the monster inside the maiden?

I could be your neighbor. I could be the one who waves at your dog, the one who compliments your shoes on the train, the one who holds the door for your precious daughter.

And I could be the last thing you ever see.”
Lee Stackhouse, Diary of a Damsel Dame

“I could tie someone up with that silk scarf and throw him into the river, his bloated body bobbing up in the morning to spoil the tourists’ breakie.

I could stab someone’s eardrums in with the stiletto of my candy-pink heels.

I could slit someone’s eyeballs open with my mermaid scale sequin bomber jacket.
And I’d look fabulous doing it.

I think about that sometimes. The utility of beauty.”
Lee Stackhouse, Diary of a Damsel Dame

“People like them never expect darkness to crawl into their perfect lives.

Robots, both of them, NPCs wandering around in the matrix as a reminder to fall in line with the made up fallacy of an American Dream—a nickname for an idea so perfectly aligned with its inevitable destiny of doom it sounds preplanned.

They pose as a remnant of the nuclear family, an idiotic ideal that catastrophically blew apart nearly immediately after conception—an intelligent design behind the hellscape we know as society.”
Lee Stackhouse, Diary of a Damsel Dame

“Loneliness was never meant for the living; it was especially designed for the dying by Satan himself.

Whether we’re surrounded by loved ones or not, it’s only the one slipping into the next world that is experiencing death.

Dying is the loneliest moment of anyone’s life—and everyone seems hell-bent on getting there as fast as possible.”
Lee Stackhouse

Ys Goldt
“She is more than an obsession now. She is a religion. And I am her most fervent, most damned disciple. I would sacrifice everything I am, everything I have, for a single drop of her grace.”
Ys Goldt, The Strange Mercy of Listening

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