Quotes About Attachment

In high Beta, the outer world appears to be more real than the inner world. Our attention and conscious awareness primarily focus on everything that makes up the external environment. Thus, we identify more readily with those material elements: we criticize everyone we know, we judge the way our bodies look, we're overfocused on our problems, we cling to things we own out of fear that we might lose them, we busy ourselves with places we have to go, and we're preoccupied with time.

emotional addictions

Most of us live in the past and resist living in a new future. Why? The body is so habituated to memorizing the chemical records of our past experiences that it grows attached to these emotions. In a very real sense, we become addicted to those familiar feelings. So when we want to look to the future and dream of new vistas and bold landscapes in our not-too-distant reality, the body, whose currency is feelings, resists the sudden change in direction.

For me, a lifelong bookworm, there was nothing quite so awful as the thought of dying fifty pages from the end of a good novel.

It is odd how much we want to be in love when you think about how much anxiety comes with it, like a tax on money you won in the lottery.

For me, a life long bookworm, there was nothing quite so awful as the though of dying fifty pages from the end of a good novel.

Great structures or basic physical attributes—location along rivers, oceans, trade routes, attractive green space, or even freeway interchanges—can help start a great city, or aid in its growth, but cannot sustain its long-term success. In the end, a great city relies on those things that engender for its citizens a peculiar and strong attachment, sentiments that separate one specific place from others.52

The desire to be desire-less is but another desire. The thought that, because this desire purports to be spiritual, it is superior to more mundane desires shows how skilled the mind is at justifying any desire it is attached to.

If you hold on to what you want so tightly, it almost becomes an idol.

So I do know this: Whatever you release, you are released from. What you cling to is that which binds you. You are your own liberator.

You were my everything, which, upon reflection, was probably the problem.

Nothing can change the way I feel about you. I wish it could.

On days like this, I would just disappear if it weren't for you and your love, like nails in my feet.

Home is where the heart is, until we get a chance to bury it.

I will always love you, or anyway, I will always have loved you now.

You are love of my life so far.

I love my puppy. I love that he is so young and full of life, and that he will still die first.

I hate to see you leave but I kind of hate it when you're here, too.

If you came back, you wanted to leave again; if you went away, you longed to come back. Wherever you were, you could hear the call of the homeland, like the note of the herdsman's horn far away in the hills. You had one home out there and one over here, and yet you were an alien in both places. Your true abiding place was the vision of something very far off, and your soul was like the waves, always restless, forever in motion.

Every one of the social and psychological causes of depression and anxiety they have discovered has something in common. They are all forms of disconnection. They are all ways in which we have been cut off from something we innately need but seem to have lost along the way.

If I have too much luggage, too much property, too many material goods, that makes me worry I have to defend this stuff—then in that case I will not have time left to take care of the things I really love, and then I lose my freedom.

He explained that when you're very young, if you get upset or angry, you need an adult to soothe you and calm you down. Over time, as you grow up, if you're soothed enough, you learn to soothe yourself. You internalise the reassurance and relaxation your family gave to you. But stressed out parents, through no fault of their own, find it harder to soothe their children because they are so amped up themselves.

The child, offered the mother's breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom's copious breasts You'll drink each day with greater zest.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.