Quotes About Attachment

A person who desires [something "apart"], identifies with the body.

In which case, he was basically saying: 'Look, if there is part of you that isn't under your control and therefore makes you suffer, then do yourself a favor and quit identifying with it.

One of the Buddha's main messages was that the pleasures we seek evaporate quickly and leave us thirsting for more. We spend our time looking for the next gratifying thing—the next powdered-sugar doughnut, the next sexual encounter, the next status-enhancing promotion, the next online purchase. But the thrill always fades, and it always leaves us wanting more.

One of the Buddha's main messages was that the pleasures we seek evaporate quickly and leave us thirsting for more.

The great American psychologist William James wrote, "Between what a man calls me and what he simply calls mine the line is difficult to draw." In that sense, he observed, "our immediate family is a part of ourselves. Our father and mother, our wife and babes, are bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh. When they die, a part of our very selves is gone.

Between what a man calls me and what he simply calls mine the line is difficult to draw." In that sense, he observed, "our immediate family is a part of ourselves. Our father and mother, our wife and babes, are bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh. When they die, a part of our very selves is gone.

According to the teaching of the Buddha, the idea of self is an imaginary, false belief which has no corresponding reality, and it produces harmful thoughts of 'me' and 'mine,' selfish desire, craving, attachment, hatred, ill-will, conceit, pride, egoism, and other defilements, impurities, and problems. It is the source of all the troubles in the world from personal conflicts to wars between nations. In short, to this false view can be traced all the evil in the world.

According to the teaching of the Buddha, the idea of self is an imaginary, false belief which has no corresponding reality, and it produces harmful thoughts of 'me' and 'mine,' selfish desire, craving, attachment, hatred, ill-will, conceit, pride, egoism, and other defilements, impurities, and problems.

What's fundamental to the Buddha's teachings is the general dynamic of being powerfully drawn to sensory pleasure that winds up being fleeting at best.

Y sin embargo, yo necesito amar a alguien, darme forzosamente a alguien.

I try to find the books that I lost or forgot more than 30 years ago on another continent, with the hope and dedication and bitterness of those who search for their first lost books, books that if found I wouldn't read anyway, because I've already read them over and over, but that I would look at and touch just as the miser strokes the coins under which he's buried...Books are like ghosts

I'd love her until the end of time, he thought. An hour later he'd already forgotten the matter completely.

Una semana sin ver a Maciste se me antojaba una eternidad. Pero cuando intentaba imaginar una vida completa junto a él no veía nada: una imagen en blanco, la pared de un cuarto deshabitado, amnesia, lobotomía, mi cuerpo partido, hecho pedazos.

The thing was, I didn't love him anymore. You can woo a girl with a poem, but you can't hold onto her with a poem. Not even with a whole poetry movement.

In any case, on the wall of Juan Stein's house, there hung a rather ornately framed portrait of Chernyakhovsky, and that, I dare say, incommensurably more important than the busts and the cities named after him and the countless Chernyakhovsky Streets, full of potholes, scattered through the Ukraine, Belorussia, Lithuania and Russia. I don't know why I've kept the photo, Stein said to us.

a veces tenía salidas de este tipo, quiero decir que a veces parecía un niño malcriado, pero yo todo se lo perdonaba, todo lo que él hacía me parecía bien.

Una persona che amiamo resta sempre con noi, – disse. – Per tutta la vita, capisci?

Do you want your scarf back?' I asked. 'No, just the girl who goes with it.' Oh my gosh, that guy knows his lines.

it's strange, isn't it, how you don't know how big a part of you someone is until they're threatened? And then you think you can't possibly go on if something happens to them, but the most frightening part is that, actually, you will go on, you'll have to go on, with them or without them. There's just no telling what you'll become

a great part of what unmanned me was distress at the destruction of my own body. It was odd to realise that I had an emotional attachment to my own flesh. My deep desire to keep it functioning well surpassed simple avoidance of pain. A man takes pride in his body. When it is damaged, it is more than a physical thing.

It was all in your mind," Chade told me sometime later, and it stung that he dismissed so lightly all that I had endured. All of life, I wanted to tell him, is in our minds. Where else does it take place, where else do we add up what it means to us and subtract what we have lost? An event is just an event until some person attaches meaning to it.

You leave so much behind to do this," I said awkward, thinking of his tools, his half-finished puppets, even the plants growing inside by the window. Despite myself, I felt responsabile for it. Perhaps it was because I was glad that I was not going on alone. He glanced over me and shrugged. "I take myself with me. That's all I truly need, or own.

é estranho, não é, como não se sabe até que ponto alguém faz parte de nós até esse alguém ser ameaçado? E depois achas que não há possibilidade de sobreviveres se alguma coisa lhes acontece, mas a pare mais assustadora é que, na verdade, sobrevives, tens de sobreviver, com eles ou sem eles. Simplesmente não há maneira de saberes em que te tornarás.

And like a child, I'd be testing the people who loved me, pulling away from them almost for the sole reason of seeing if anyone would come after me.