Some people care too much. I think it's called love.
I like animals. I like people who like animals. I hate people who love animals to the point they lose their sense of reason. I'm talking the 'my computer wallpaper is my dog,' 'I hang a Christmas stocking for my cat' crowd.
In high school, I was crazy in love, and I would make handmade construction paper valentines every month for our monthly anniversaries. Then I'd go early in the morning and tape one to her car. It sounds sweet, but let's be honest: it was a little weird. I was probably crossing some lines.
Unless, of course, you insist on identifying yourself with the people and things you love; and thereby seriously disturb yourself.
I feel sorry for anyone that I am obsessed with. I am worse than gum in your hair, very, very close to the roots.
I have an over-attachment to precision, which is why I've sold more magazines than any man alive.
When I left for college, my mom really latched on to the dog; She started buying him little outfits and calling him our brother, but that's as far as it got.
Whatsoever we have over-loved, idolized, and leaned upon, God has from time to time broken it, and made us to see the vanity of it; so that we find the readiest course to be rid of our comforts is to set our hearts inordinately upon them.
We've all seen the mom who devotes all her time and attention to her child and is so hungry for adult interaction that as soon as she's around another adult, she's not paying attention anymore.
Is it possible to love someone too much? You bet.
He who hugs too much, hugs badly!
Utilities fall in love with their assets, and that's a danger we need to avoid.
It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.
