I have such love to the point of obsessions of people and their minds, and I'm constantly trying to find the beauty in things, and I think people are such unique and complex creatures.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I am interested in the notion that people can become so obsessed by their world that they lose sense and awareness of how they appear to other people. They're so earnest about it. But that's true of so many things.
Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.
I have this desire to have this immaculate form of love that really doesn't exist, so my obsession goes on through life and I never find it and I end up miserable. But it makes me a better writer.
It's a little difficult when something goes from being an utter obsession - a thing where your skill defines you as a person - to it just being a thing you occasionally do.
Every day that I live, I try to find the beauty in things.
Coming to terms with our true natures and who we really are has always been a fascination to humans. I know it fascinates me.
I have a deep fascination with human nature, with all its virtues and all its defects.
I am obsessed with beauty. I want everything to be perfect, and of course it isn't. And that's a tough place to be because you're never satisfied.
I feel like if you're a really good human being, you can try to find something beautiful in every single person, no matter what.
The obsessions we have are pretty much the same our whole lives. Mine are people, the human condition, life.