Sylvia Day Quotes

You're an addiction...my obsession.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

I am obsessed with you, angel. Addicted to you. You're everything i've ever wanted or needed, everything i've dreamed of. You're everything. I live and breathe you. For you.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you. That wanting nearly drove me mad.” Patch paused, inhaling softly, as though breathing me in. “And now that I have you, the only thing that terrifies me is having to go back to that place. Having to want you all over again, with no hope of my desire ever being fulfilled. You’re mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won’t let anything change that.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

I’m addicted to your allure and I’m fiending for a cure.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Love is an obsession. It has that quality to it. But there are healthy obsessions, and mine is one of them.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air - you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all consuming - a physical pain.

Falling in love as we know it is an addictive experience.

I think most people can relate to the feeling of love spilling over into obsession.

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.

Today I will go to wait for her again, because I cannot help it, because my whole being seems now to be bound up in the being of one so different from myself and yet so exquisitely familiar that I can scarely understand what has happened.

But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

There is nothing in this world that I want or need, but you.

The only thing that has ever consumed me is love from time to time. Feeling like, 'What is it? How do I get it?'

You looove me. You love me this much.

When a man loves a woman, can't keep his mind on nothing else. He'd trade the world for the good thing he's found.