Quotes About Attachment

Never fall in love? Always, said the count. I am always in love.

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.

But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him. He held her feeling she was all of life there was and it was true.

I don't. I don't want anybody else to touch you. I'm silly. I get furious if they touch you.

This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.

I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

He had never quarreled much with this woman, while with the women that he loved he had quarreled so much they had finally, always, with the corrosion of the quarreling, killed what they had together. He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.

If you have to go away,' she said,'is it absolutely necessary to kill off everything you leave behind? I mean do you have to take away everything? ...

How what she had done could never matter since he knew he could not cure himself of loving her

Nobody likes to life anchors.

I regarded home as a place I left behind in order to come back to it afterward.

Why must man not marry? He cannot marry. He cannot marry, he said angrily. If he is to lose everything, he should not place himself in a position to lose that. He should not place himself in a position to lose. He should find things he cannot lose.

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

Just as, with the radio, there are certain things that you become fond of, and you welcome them and resent the new things

There are two types of people: those who are easy to be with but also easy to be without, and who are difficult to be with, but impossible to be without.

There never was another part of Paris that he loved like that

I suppose you start to destroy it for fear you will lose it, or that it will take too great a hold on you, or in case it shouldn't be true, but it is not very good to do.

So, he said to himself, we did well to stop the quarrelling. He had never quarrelled much with this woman, while with the women that he loved he had quarrelled so much they had finally, always, with the corrosion of the quarrelling, killed what they had together. He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.

I've never loved any one else the way I love you. I'm full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.' 'Stop it. Harry, why do you have to turn into a devil now?' 'I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

Te he visto, monada, y ya eres mía, por más que esperes a quien quieras y aunque nunca vuelva a verte, pensé. Eres mía y todo París es mío y yo soy de este cuaderno y de este lápiz.

the clasp of the gold chain

I had no feeling for him. He did not seem to have anything to do with me. I felt no feeling of fatherhood.

Those who lack gratitude's vision do not possess things; things possess them. And that is misery.

El deseo de provocar en el amado un dolor similar al sufrido o de anunciar públicamente su vínculo, tras una vida de secreto, refuerza el carácter narcisista e infantil del amor sentido.