S. E. Hinton Quotes

I'll let myself obsess over things.

Sometimes when you are trying not to think about something it keeps popping back in your head you can't help it you think about it and think about it and think about it until your brain feels like a squashed pea.

I couldn't bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn't think about nothing else.

I can't stop thinking like this.

I obsess too much.

I over-think stuff a lot.

I often obsess so much about things that I can't get done, that I ruin other things.

I think so much about everything. I'm obsessive.

Once you start worrying, it's hard to stop.

Win or lose, I'm up all night. I've been that way since college - I'm going over everything in my head: woulda, coulda, shoulda.

Basically, I have to stop overthinking.

It's nice that I can go down the road of obsessing over this smiley-face bullshit so maybe I can get free from it and think about something else-it's so banal and yet so crazy!

Riding the train gives him too much time to think, he has decided. Too much thinking can ruin you.

I am wired on some deep level to seek out something to be worried and obsess about.

It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns...It goes, it goes ... and there's no end to it. It's worse than the rest because I feel responsible and have complicity in it. For example, this sort of painful rumination: I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. I.

She sometimes thought she was going crazy. Her first thought when she woke up was always how to get him out of her thoughts. And she would keep watch, hoping to see him next door, while plotting ways to never have to see him again.

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?

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.

Worry is just about the worst form of mental activity there is.

Worry is simply thinking the same thing over and over again and not doing anything about it.

When a man says he does not want to speak of something he usually means he can think of nothing else.

Thinking of Germany in the night robs me of my sleep.

Or is it that I think too much?

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.

It's all you think about, all you talk about, and all you want us to talk about. What in the world would we call something like that? Oh, yeah! An obsession!