Quotes About Attachment

I am excused, I think, for wondering if I am the only one alive this afternoon with no other living soul who wants to cling to me, no other soul who'll let me dampen her. The day has ended and the light has snuffed. I'm left to trudge into the final evening with nobody to loop their soaking hands through mine.

Are you madly in love with your brand? If you are not completely gaga about the company, then why are you there?

It took a month after the breakup for her to realize that she was refusing to go anywhere that didn't have cell service on the off chance he'd call, and after that revelation she [Jeannine Dziri] found herself wondering if you were wrong to believe that you went on as yourself even after the loss of that person who had so decisively shaped you.

It's great to have things as long as our things don't have us.

those times i burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. we all burn things we love. i love my guitar

Thank you paper clips, for being like staples that can't commit.

Like scruffy dogs, we were always burying things and digging them up, things of value to no one else but to which we attached a mystical importance, creating with them imagined and magical worlds.

And the simple fact was that it might be possible to make oneself fall in love, but only when the heart was free. Amy was having to accept that her heart was not free.

I try to remind myself of all the mean things she's done to me, but in the end it doesn't matter. With Leah, it never did. Even from the very beginning. No matter how much she hurt me, I always came back. All she had to do was reach for my hand and pull.

How easily we part, adieu, how often I leave trails of myself in your wake.

Están los libros que te enamoran o los que olvidas

Eu não podia tão depressa fechar meu coração a ele. Sabia disso. Senti.

Come è che possono togliere i nomi così? Vossignoria non è d'accordo con me? Il nome del posto dove qualcuno è nato, dovrebbe essere sacro

i hate leaving places i love i was never at one place long. am i selfish?

One of the most insidious forms of spiritual materialism is attachment to intellectual attainment.

He is afraid, as suddenly he knows that he was afraid all along, that if he felt her body so close to him he would never let her go.

You have to pick the places you don't walk away from.

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.

I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead.

There are those individuals who cannot feel a semblance of aliveness unless they are fused/bonded to another in a maladaptive attachment. In addition, the pain is familiar. It is what the child got used to. Another reason is that the disparaging partner who is cruel and sadistic can also be loving and kind. This fuels the already existing confusion and the fantasy that "If I behave, I will be loved.

Once you work the soil, you belong to it. For so long now he had passed over the surface of the earth like wind over a desert, like shifting sand.

If Earth had been hit by plague, by fire, by war, by radiation, sterility, a thousand things, you name it, I'd still stand by her; I love her; I would fight every inch of the way there because my whole life is knit to her. And she'd need mourners. To die on a dying Earth- I'd live, if only to weep.

I've been wonderin' if I could take you—whether I should take you. I keep thinkin' about Noah and whether it's right for him, but now I get none of it matters, because you're mine already. You've been mine for a hell of a long time and I just didn't realize it.

Fuckin' crazy for you," he muttered, fingers digging into my skin. "Always have been.