Quotes About Attachment

It has provided not only physical but also psychological sanctuary. It has been a guardian of identity. Over the years, its owners have returned from periods away and, on looking around them, remembered who they were.

The fear of forgetting anything precious can trigger in us the wish to raise a structure, like a paperweight to hold down our memories. We might even follow the example of the Countess of Mount Edgcumbe, who in the late eighteenth century had a thirty-foot-high Neoclassical obelisk erected on a hill on the outskirts of Plymouth, in memory of an unusually sensitive pig called Cupid, whom she did not hesitate to call a true friend.

Tendemos a nos apegar a uma noção fixa das emoções, como se existisse uma linha entre amar e não amar que pudesse ser cruzada somente duas vezes, no início e no fim de um relacionamento, em vez de transposta minuto a minuto.

Sá»± th?t là khi chúng ta lá»›n lên, ta gi?t t?t c? nh?ng ng??i yêu thÆ°Æ¡ng ta b?ng m?i quan tâm ta dành cho h?, b?ng tình âu y?m ??y b?t an mà ta khÆ¡i g?i và không ng?ng khu?y Ä'á»™ng trong lòng h?. (Proust)

Afraid of losing her, we forget all the others. Sure of keeping her, we compare her with those others whom at once we prefer to her.

What prevents us from loosening our grip on love is simply a lack of knowledge. This is what can make unrequited love so vicious. By denying us the chance to grow close to the beloved, we cannot tire of them in the cathartic and liberating manner that is the gift of requited love. It isn't their charms that are keeping us magnetized; it is our lack of knowledge of their flaws.

Infatuations aren't delusions.

According to this view, love is simply a direction, not a place, and burns itself out with the attainment of its goal, the possession (in bed or otherwise) of the loved one.

being jilted by a lover is a perfect introduction to the mechanisms of emotional dependency.

In the Proustian scheme, it is impossible to love someone physically.

If we wanted to think about it,' wrote Proust, 'perhaps there is no really loving mother who could not, on her dying day, and often long before, address this reproach to her son. The truth is that as we grow older we kill all those who love us by the cares we give them, by the anxious tenderness we inspire in them and constantly arouse.

Si has de luchar para conseguir o conservar algo, es que no te pertenece y estás mejor sin ello.

Back to Jak— Why does everyone always want to go back to Jakku? There's nothing there! Sand and junk and rocks and sand and quicksand and sand—I don't get it!

How do you explain to someone else why a thing matters to you if it doesn't matter to them? How can you put into words how a book slips inside of you and becomes a part of you so much that your life feels empty without it?

He saw that first love had come with a bundle of other firsts, which he took hold of like a wonderful but worrying bouquet.

In a world without future, each parting of friends is a death. In a world without future, each loneliness is final. In a world without future, each laugh is the last laugh. In a world without future, beyond the present lies nothingness, and people cling to the present as if hanging from a cliff.

You're my only remaining link to the world

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

can't spend all that time together and then all of a sudden not care if you never see that person again.

She is just Cat. She curls up on my chest whenever I sit down, and goes to sleep. I hope she doesn't miss me. I'm going to miss her.

It's not that I want you to go, it's just that I don't want you to stay.

NO CHAIN, She asked me did I ever love her, my reply was of course I did, and she said why didn't you try an' get me back, then I told her our love was lost, that you are referring to is not love, It is called obsession, something I could never be. -MillYentei

The word 'love' is, in fact, the way we commonly describe the emotional feelings that accompany the imprinting process.

As long as we cling (moha), we are trapped. As soon as we let go, we are liberated (moksha). We become independent and content in our own company (atma-rati) yet generous and dependable for the other (brahma-nirvana).