Quotes About Attachment

When you're in my arms, I know you're mine. But your feet are so swift, so swift, they carry you as lightly as wings, I never know where, too fast, too fast away from me.

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.

The fascination exerted by one human being over another is not what he emits of his personality at the present instant of encounter but a summation of his entire being which gives off this powerful drug capturing the fancy and attachment.

Now, his hair is white and he no longer understands anyone's need to love, for he has lost everything, not to love, but to his games of love; and when you love as a game, you lose everything, as he lost his home and wife, and now he clings to me, afraid of loss, afraid of solitude.

They clutch and cling and howl when I leave them, but how badly they love.

I have belonged to you in a way you haven't to me.

People feel that in her, the nonhuman. People are afraid of her. Something in her inspires a nonhuman attachment. Sur elle, the human feelings seem to slip, they glisser—

The fascination exerted by one human being over another is not what he emits of his personality at the present instant of encounter but a summation of his entire being which gives off this powerful drug capturing the fancy and attachment. No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.

I fell in love with your portrait, Jeanne, because it will never change. I have such a fear of seeing you grow old, Jeanne; I fell in love with an unchanging you that will never be taken away from me.

He prizes the mattresses even more, though they have big holes in them, because of sentimental reasons.

Many couples, many people, are not living with real human beings, but with their ghosts. Who has not followed for years the spell of a particular tone of voice, from voice to voice, as the fetishist follows a beautiful foot, scarcely seeing the woman herself? A voice, a mouth, an eye, all stemming from the original fountain of our first desire, directing it, enslaving us, until we choose to unravel the fatal web and free ourselves.

N-am avut puterea s? te înl?tur din viaÅ£a mea când, biologic, planetar, emoÅ£ional, metafizic, psihanalitic, ar fi trebuit.

A man thinks he owns things, and it is he who is owned

After much searching I have found the thing that sets me apart: a sort of stubborn attachment to evil.

Nos actes s'attachent a nous comme sa lueur au phosphore. Ils nous consument, il est vrai, mais il nous font notre splendeur.

How happy Ménalque is, I thought, since he has nothing! As for me, I am suffering because I want to conserve things. What importance is all this in the end?

Desigur, trebuie s? ai o anumit? experien?? a vieÅ£ii pentru a înÅ£elege c? nu poÅ£i n?d?jdui s? obÅ£ii lucrurile pe care le doreÅŸti decît riscîndu-le pe cele la care Å£ii mai mult.

How lucky Ménalque is, I thought, owning nothing! It is because I want to save things that I suffer. What does it all really matter?

We imagine we possess, and we are possessed.

And if it is sufficient to imagine one loves, in order to love, so it is sufficient to say to oneself that when one loves one imagines one loves, in order to love a little less and even in order to detach oneself a little from one's love, or at any rate to detach some of the crystals from one's love.

Un gest ca s-o posezi ajunge s-o destrame.

What makes something special is not just what you have to gain, but what you feel there is to lose.

Pop, I said, isn't this shit vaulable? Not to me, son.

Complete possession is proved only by giving. All you are unable to give possesses you