Quotes About Attachment

I kind of look at Boston as my second home.

I bought Doc Martens when I was 13, and I wore them pretty much every day until I was 20. They stank, and my dad wouldn't even let them in the house, but I was completely in love with them.

My mother was a doctor and so I spent a lot of time with Hirabai, our maid. One day, she got home and saw Hirabai bouncing me on her lap and cooing, 'Chunky, chunky.' She liked the name and it stuck.

I'm a mama's boy above all.

I'm the kind of girl who always has a boyfriend.

All my boyhood, all I ever wanted was to be loved.

When I get a brand new bag, I wear it for months and months.

Sometimes when you're with somebody, and all their stuff is at your house, it's so hard to break up with them.

After 'Breaking Bad,' I couldn't see myself liking anything nearly as much.

I'm a London boy, born and bred, and I'll be there for as long as I can.

I don't see myself as someone that brings a lot of luggage.

I kind of have an allegiance to the city, but I don't love Brooklyn.

I love Brooklyn; it's a part of who you are.

I've got favorite sweatshirts and my Buffalo Bills sweatshirts that I've had for years. I will never abandon them. They are my pride and joy.

I would have loved to stay in Buffalo and all that.

No matter what I do for the rest of my career, I think I'll always be a Bulls guy.

But when culture becomes a baggage, things don't work. What is good about anything that feels like a baggage? I think we should let go when it feels like a burden. Hold on to the things you love. Then it will be a natural process.

All I can say is sometimes home gets burned into your occipital lobe, and it can't leave you, and there's always that longing.

I lose things all the time. I once left my mother's ashes at a bus stop!

It kind of sucks when you lose a dog; you don't realize how attached to them you are until they are gone.

I'm from South Sudan, that is where my heart will always be.

My best friends are still the ones I first attached myself to when I went to school because, all of a sudden, I was leaving the rather pampered and occasionally very annoying world of having three older sisters to go to a male-dominated world.

My two sisters and I had a very nice nanny at home in Morocco until I was 13. I remember my parents saying how she had insinuated herself into our family. They knew she would suffer when we broke away from her.

We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.