Quotes About Attachment

Fear holds on. Love lets go.

People only stay in your life if they want to. So often, they just go away. And there's really nothing you can do.

When they're small, they're part of you, on you in bed, showering with you, climbing onto your lap, holding on to your leg. Slowly, slowly, they start to move away, and if you love them, if you want them to feel safe and free to explore the world, you have to let them go. Mostly.

Sometimes it seemed like that was all it was, motherhood—grief and guilt and fear. You said good-bye a little every day—from the minute they left your body until they left your home.

This is your home," her mother said. "Wherever I am, that's where you belong.

I loved you before I even knew I loved you, he told me once.

wondering why people held on to anger and sadness, gripped it tight, let it dictate the course of their lives, but found it so hard to find and keep love.

Fear holds on. Love lets go. "Yes

Is there anyone dearer than the children of people you love, especially when you don't have your own?

How can you desire someone who hurts you? How can you miss him so much your body aches? Maybe not him, the man he actually was, but the man I thought he was. We cling to our ideas of people, don't we? We hold on tight even when all evidence points to something else.

We cling to our ideas of people, don't we? We hold on tight even when all evidence points to something else.

It's hard to give up the being together with someone.

No one else seemed to feel this kind of passionate attachment to other humans. Not to a newchild, not to a spouse, or a coworker, or friend. She had not felt it toward her own parents or brother. But now, toward this wobbly, drooling toddler—

It's hard to leave the only place you've known.

It sure doesn't take long to start to love a kid.

Well, I don't hate him. Can't say as I worship him, either." She paused a long time, and looked up to meet her mother's eyes square on. "But when he's cut, I bleed.

Aunt Lorna buys all our shoes big to grow into, Mina explained to Miles-san. That's why they slip around like that. Lieutenant Johannes, peering doubtfully into the depths of the refrigerator, murmured, Beer... ? Do you like beer, Mina? Miles-san asked. She shook her head, making her straight black hair swing around her chin. Thought not, somehow. You'll have to do better, Johannes. Aren't all you attaché fellows supposed to be ImpSec trained? Improvise!

Well, I don't hate him. Can't say I worship him, either. She paused a long time, and looked up to meet her mother's eyes square on. But when he's cut, I bleed.

I need you more than I need freedom.

And there, tucked in his soul, was the love he felt for Sabella since the moment he had seen her.

And for one precious moment out of time, Anna knew what it meant to belong

You have a claim on her, Jacobs? I think I might like to keep her.

I love Rowdy, Natches," she whispered, halting what she feared was coming. "And don't try to tell me you love me in the same way, because we both know better." His lips tightened. "We're a set. You're destroying it, Kelly.

Where does love go? When something you have taped on the wall falls off, what has happened to the stickum? It has relaxed. It has accumulated an assortment of hairs and fuzzies. It has said Fuck it and given up. It doesn't go anywhere special, it's just gone. Energy is created, and then it is destroyed. So much for the laws of physics. So much for chemistry. So much for not so much.