Quotes About Attachment

a man I loved and cared about but wasn't in love with.

All that Ruby said was so horribly true, she was leaving everything she cared for. She had laid up her treasures on earth only. She had lived solely for the little things of life, the things that pass, forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing of one dwelling to the other. From twilight to unclouded day. ...it was no wonder her soul clung in blind helplessness to the only things she knew and loved.

I had a dog once. I thought so much of him that when he died I couldn't bear the thought of getting another in his place. He was a friend.

Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else–there never could be anybody else for me but you. I´ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school

She had an uneasy feeling that it was rather sinful to set one's heart so intensely on any human creature as she had set hers on Anne, and perhaps she performed a sort of unconscious penance for this by being stricter and more critical than if the girl had been less dear to her.

It won't make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life.

Non importa quanto squallide e grigie siano le nostre case; noi gente di carne e ossa preferiamo vivere lì piuttosto che in qualunque altro paese, per quanto bello possa essere. Non c'è niente di meglio della propria casa.

a barnacle on the yacht of prosperity

As a child, Kate hat once asked her mother how she would know she was in love. Her mother had said she would know she was in love when she would be willing to give up chocolate forever to be with that person for even an hour. Kate, a dedicated and hopeless chocoholic, had decided right then that she would never fall in love. She had been sure that no male was worth such privation.

Annabel better not have headed back to England. He'd wring her bloody neck if she had. She was his. And why the hell would she go there anyway? Surely life with him was better than life with those two coldhearted English— "Nay.

Specifically, one whose life is ruled and dictated by dependency needs suffers from a psychiatric disorder to which we ascribe the diagnostic name "passive dependent personality disorder." It is perhaps the most common of all psychiatric disorders. People with this disorder, passive dependent people, are so busy seeking to be loved that they have no energy left to love.

To the child, abandonment by its parents is the equivalent of death.

This process of active clinging to an outmoded view of reality is the basis for much mental illness. Psychiatrists refer to it as transference.

The feeling of love is the emotion that accompanies the experience of cathecting. Cathecting, it will be remembered, is the process by which an object becomes important to us. Once cathected, the object, commonly referred to as a 'love object,' is invested with our energy as if it were a part of ourselves, and this relationship between us and the invested object is called a cathexis.

Dependency is but one of the forms of behavior to which we incorrectly apply the word "love" when concern for spiritual evolution is absent.

genuine love transcends the matter of cathexes. When love exists it does so with or without cathexis and with or without a loving feeling.

Cathecting, it will be remembered, is the process by which an object becomes important to us. Once cathected, the object, commonly referred to as a "love object," is invested with our energy as if it were a part of ourselves, and this relationship between us and the invested object is called a cathexis.

It is their attachment to us rather than their independence from us that we value in our pets.

Ah! were you careful to tie me to the cliff of your frivolity, your indifference, or your agitation?

It's hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we're left with a fistful of ashes.

She always had to have someone to love...She couldn't seem to believe that anyone could really love her. She always thought it was because she was a star, not just because of her herself, and she always had to be reassured.

It's my worst trouble, getting fond. If I didn't get fond I could be happy all the time.

she stopped herself from being hurt long, long ago by not letting herself love anybody or anything.

It's my worst trouble, getting fond. If I didn't get fond I could be happy all the time.