Quotes About Attachment

J'ai voulu les quitter, mais ils ont refusé de me laisser partir — ma présence leur semblait sans doute plus rassurante qu'une complète solitude.

Sans encore être amoureux d'elle, j'ai éprouvé à son égard une sorte de tendre intérêt.

I found her as lovable as a cheap old toy. She

I had a dog—at least I had him for a few days until he ran away

Lover! Lover! I can't do with you, and I can't imagine life without you.

I have lived so long within the circle of this book [Tender Is The Night] and with these characters that often it seems to me that the real world does not exist but that only these characters exist, and, however pretentious that remark sounds....it is an absolute fact---so much so that their glees and woes are just exactly as important to me as what happens in life.

The present was the thing--work to do and someone to love. But not to love too much, for he knew the injury that a father can do to a daughter or a mother to a son by attaching them too closely: afterward, out in the world, the child would seek in the marriage partner the same blind tenderness and, failing probably to find it, turn against love and life

My Country I don't have any caps left made back home Nor any shoes that trod your roads I've worn out your last shirt quite long ago It was of Sile cloth Now you only remain in the whiteness of my hair Intact in my heart Now you only remain in the whiteness of my hair In the lines of my forehead My country -Nazim Hikmet

He said her name, repeatedly, so that she never lost the sound of his voice around it. So that every time someone called her name, she would be able to hear only Aman Erum.

Then I feel ashamed because I know how much she loves me. It's the excess that

she reached fifty-nine, she felt Tanner's arm relax and loosen his possessive hold.

Deshacerme de libros que he amado (la Biblia principalmente por razones literarias) habría supuesto no hace mucho un sufrimiento insoportable para mí, como si me arrancaran las costillas de una en una sin anestesia.

Nunca amamos a nadie: amamos, sólo, la idea que tenemos de alguien. Lo que amamos es un concepto nuestro, es decir, a nosotros mismos.

To possess something is to lose it. To feel something without possessing it is to keep it, because in that way one extracts its essence.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept – our own selves – that we love.

The weariness of being loved, of being truly loved! The weariness of being the object of other people's burdensome emotions!

How wearisome to let one's existence become something absolutely dependent on someone else's feelings; to have no option but to feel, to love a little too, whether or not it is reciprocated.

To belong to something — that's banal. Creed, ideal, wife or profession: nothing but prison cells and shackles.

Se te queres despedir Não te despidas de mim, Que eu não posso consentir Que tu me trates assim.

To belong to something – that's banal. Creeds, ideals, a woman, or profession – nothing but prisons and shackles. To be is to be free. Even ambition is a burden if it is based only on futile pride and passion. We wouldn't be so proud of it if we realized it's just a string by which we're pulled.

Nessuno ama un altro, ama soltanto/ ciò che di sé c'è in lui, o che suppone.

Nunca amamos a alguien. Amamos, tan sólo, la idea que nos hacemos de alguien. Es a un concepto nuestro –en suma, es a nosotros mismo– a quien amamos.

Que tens tu que te ligue à vida?

To possess is to be possessed, and therefore to lose oneself.