Quotes on Infatuated

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death,_x000D_ _x000D_ My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats..._x000D_ _x000D_ Maybe cause I'm a dreamer, and sleep is the cousin of death,_x000D_ _x000D_ Really stuck in the scheme of wondering when I'mma rest.

It seems that it is madder never to abandon one's self than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always to walk in armor.

Poems infatuated with their own smarts and detached from any emotional grounding can leave the reader feeling lonely, empty and ashamed for having expected more. Like icy adolescents, such poetry is more interested in commiserating than acknowledging that feelings — the sentiments that make us susceptible to sentimentality — actually exist.

I am inclined to think that as I grow older I will come to be infatuated with the art of revision, and there may come a time when I will dread giving up a novel at all.

I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.