Quotes About Attachment

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.

When someone is drowning in the ocean of attachments, Surrender is the life jacket they can put on and wait for the rescue team

I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.

Just as you commit to this life when it commits to leaving you.

The greater emotion with which we conceive a loved object to be affected toward us, the greater will be our complacency.

Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn't I wish you hadn't I wish you'd left me alone.

He may be out of my life physically, but he'll always be a part of me. I can't let go even if I wanted to.

Anything can serve as a counterfeit god, especially the very best things in life.

We all have our own story. And we stay attached to our story. This can stop us from growing and living. You wanna make your life better? Change your story, change your life.

Even in our own lives, there are times when we want something so much that we cannot let go of the thought of it. Whether that is an object, a person or a state of mind, whatever it is, we long for it, but it remains out of reach. Then, at the very point where we totally give up and let go of it, we get what we have been wishing for.

You're not wearing rose-colored glasses—you can see challenges very clearly. But instead of only focusing on how hard it all is, you see possibility and potential within the intense energy of your emotions: anger's brilliant clarity; jealousy's content and generous heart; attachment's pure love and compassion.

Most of the time we are trying to make the good things last, or we are thinking about replacing them with something even better in the future, or we are sunk in the past, reminiscing about happier times. Ironically, we never truly appreciated the experience for which we are nostalgic because we were too busy clinging to our hopes and fears at the time.

It is vital to understand that however positive this worldly life, or even a small part of it, may appear to be, ultimately it will fail because absolutely nothing genuinely works in samsara.

In the landscapes we love, our weaknesses take on another aspect.

I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.

One day I looked at Gat, lying in the Clairmont hammock with a book, and he seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.

It is good to be loved, even though it will not last.

Everything doesn't seem like anything when you love someone. Especially when you're young.

It's good to be loved, even thought it will not last

On the other hand, it's like we're three years old. You don't want that scruffy old teddy bear until your friend takes it and starts having a good time with it. Then suddenly it's the cutest bear you've ever seen, and you want to get it away from her.

Now I have you, which makes me significantly less mental." "Less mental is good.

For Gat with everything, everything. Cady.

He seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.