Quotes About Attachment

I am my family's appendix, its unnecessary appendage. -Aaliya

Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it's for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won't ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.

And because I love this life I know I shall love death as well. The child cries out when From the right breast the mother Takes it away, in the very next moment To Find in the left one Its consolation.

Why did the flower fade? I pressed it to my heart with anxious love, that is why the flower faded.

I Cannot keep your waves," says the bank to the river. "Let me keep your footprints in my heart.

Rajalakshmi would send for Bihari and express her grief. Bihari would tell her, 'Ma, when the worm weaves a cocoon there is not much to fear, but when it breaks out and flies away, it is hard to make it return. Who would have thought he would break free of his bond with you in such a manner?

we long for things not because they are great in themselves, but because our greed exaggerates them and makes them appear great.

hidden in my eyes; I will thread your image like a gem on my joy and hang it on my bosom.

Though I have a sense of achievement while I am in your company, I have nothing to cling to when I move away.

Unless this boy is claimed by the one who gave him to me, I'll die rather than let anyone else take him away.

She wants neither land nor a house. She'll die if she can't see you.

Claire stretched out against the wall and kissed it. "Glad to see you, too," she whispered, and pressed her cheek against the smooth surface. It almost felt like it hugged her back. "Dude, it's a house ," Shane said from behind her. "Hug somebody who cares.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that.

When she is with them she is not herself; when she is without them she is not herself; and so it is as difficult to leave your children as it is to stay with them. To discover this is to feel that your life has become irretrievably mired in conflict, or caught in some mythic snare in which you will perpetually, vainly struggle.

Sometimes, when she has been two or more hours from the source of my body, I begin to feel a sort of elemental anxiety for her, as if she were walking a tightrope and had gone too far out, as if she could not exist for so long in time, in gravity, away from me.

I was working, somehow, to free her from myself, when it appeared that what she needed was to take some of me along with her!

The baby can seem like something her husband has given her as a substitute for himself, a kind of transitional object, like a doll, for her to hold so that he can return to the world.

He offered a stool next to his, but I went and sat in the old ladder-back chair beside the empty fire instead, a piece of furniture I have held on to throughout my adult life and that for reasons I have forgotten I had chosen to put there, in the second place. Perhaps it had reminded me too much of the life before Tony

What kind of love was this, that needed the love object domesticated and locked up? And if there was love being handed out, why wasn't she getting any?

I want to be with you." He straightened and brought her against his chest. "I like being with you," he continued. "When I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you. No one else. Just you.

Why did I ever think I would get enough of you?

I don't want to let you go," he said just above a whisper. "I've tried and I can't. The thought of it twists me in a knot.

He lowered his face to hers and spoke against her mouth. "I don't want to imagine you not in my life.