D. H. Lawrence Quotes

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night.

I wish there were some cure, like the lover's leap, for all heads of which some single idea has obtained an unreasonable and irregular possession.

All that remains is the mad desire for present identity through a woman.

Men can intoxicate themselves with ideas as effectually as with alcohol or with bang and produce, be dint of serious thinking, mental conditions hardly distinguishable from monomania.

'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it.

An obsession is where something will not leave your mind.

I get so engaged when I have a problem you cannot solve that I just cannot break away from what I am doing - I keep thinking and thinking and cannot stop.

Obsession is the single most wasteful human activity, because with an obsession you keep coming back and back and back to the same question and never get an answer.

I'm an obsessive. When I get a problem, a question in my mind, it can take me over.

I'll let myself obsess over things.

When I get something in my head, it's hard for me to just let it go.

I just can't turn off the part me that asks that question over and over.

Where a man has a passion for meditating without the capacity of thinking, a particular idea fixes itself fast, and soon creates a mental disease.

Once upon a time men were possessed by devils. Now they are not less obsessed by ideas

Adhesion to one idea is monomania; to few, slavery.

We cannot see anything until we are possessed with the idea of it, take it into our heads,--and then we can hardly see anything else.

Any technique, however worthy and desirable, becomes a disease when the mind is obsessed with it.

The persistence of an all-absorbing idea is terrible.

People on the autistic spectrum tend to get fixated on what they think.

…was designed to protect his heart, to bind me and bribe me to stay with him no matter what. He was giving everything he had.

The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

Many couples, many people, are not living with real human beings, but with their ghosts. Who has not followed for years the spell of a particular tone of voice, from voice to voice, as the fetishist follows a beautiful foot, scarcely seeing the woman herself? A voice, a mouth, an eye, all stemming from the original fountain of our first desire, directing it, enslaving us, until we choose to unravel the fatal web and free ourselves.

Who isn't crazy sometimes? Who hasn't driven around a block hoping a certain person will come out; who hasn't haunted a certain coffee shop, or stared obsessively at an old picture; who hasn't toiled over every word in a letter, taken four hours to write a two-sentence email, watched the phone praying it will ring; who doesn't lay awake at night sick with the image of her sleeping with someone else?

A fixed idea ends in madness or heroism.