Quotes About Attachment

In countries vulnerable for brain drain, loyalty or patriotism is often the only thing that can make people stay or draw them back

Nu-i mai bine s? r?mîi acas?? S? prinzi r?d?cini? R?d?cinile devin îns? lanÈ›uri.

the extreme ugliness of her appearance, the Savage frequently goes to see her and appears to be much attached to her - an interesting example of the way in which early conditioning can be made to change and even run against natural responses (in this case, the natural response to draw back from an unpleasant object).' ***

To the extent that there is attachment to 'I,' 'me,' 'mine,' there is no attachment to, and therefore no unitive knowledge of, the divine Ground.

Todos tendemos a exagerar el valor de lo que por casualidad nos pertenece.

Don't think of him. I can't help it. Take soma then. I do. Well, go on. But in the intervals I still like him. I shall always like him.

The greatest care is taken to prevent you from loving anyone too much.

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

Home is where somebody notices your absence.

AÅŸk kördür, kendine güveni yoktur ve herhangi bir dayanak buldu mu, hemen sar?l?r ona.

Se devo dimenticarti mi ricorderò di farlo, ma non chiedermi poi di dimenticare che me ne sono ricordato.

She wanted to leave. I loved her too much to make her stay.

I don't love nothing or nobody like I love this city, ya heard me?

The point about love, the essential point, was that we loved what we loved. We did not choose. We just loved.

The only thing that makes me sad is that I shall be leaving Africa when I die. I love Africa, which is my mother and my father. When I am dead, I shall miss the smell of Africa

So what is this love that comes with being married? ... Being fond of somebody? Being nice? Wanting them not to go away? ... the line struck me with its poetic force. I didn't want you to go away... It was certainly powerful, and perhaps it was as good a definition of love as any other.

People talk of the wrench of parting, and that, he felt, was exactly what it was. Take a metal object off a magnet and one would experience that - there was the draw, the tug, the flow of the bond even through the air, and then the sudden detaching as separation occurred. That was what it was like. That was human parting. You felt it; you felt the separation, just as you would feel the rending of tissue being pulled apart.

That was what counted, she told herself: those unexpected moments of appreciation, unanticipated glimpses of beauty or kindness - any of the things that attached us to this world, that made us forget, even for a moment, its pain and its transience.

He said: What is patriotism but love of the food one ate as a child?

I said to him that Zululand sounded fine, but that every man has a map in his heart of his own country and that the heart will never allow you to forget this map.

The sight of such beauty can make us quiet with fear; fear that it might not be real, fear that it might be taken from us, as is everything that we love, which is only on loan to us.

We enmesh the people we love in a nest of golden wires. Or bind them to us.

But in essence, our smallness, our irrelevance in the cosmic context, should make us less petty, more accepting, less attached to small and ultimately meaningless things.

None of us, she thought, wants the world we know to come to an end; we do not want familiar things to be taken from us.