Quotes About Attachment

and I longed for the rock isles and algae pools of my own land. We are part of our homes and I think there will always be a feeling of loss and ache within when we cannot long actively communicate with our own special places.

But this was Saratoga, which I love even during the bad times;

But heartbreak - how can you avoid it except to renounce love entirely

It turns out that you don't end up with the people you love; by definition, you end up with the ones who stay.

It's true things can go on till you die. And people use the same old table, even though it's falling apart and it's been repaired and repaired, just because it was their grandmother's. That's how towns become ghost towns. It's how houses become junk stores. And I think it's how people get old.

meaning his stuffed bear who was as real to him as his mother or me. Or else as imaginary.

And then, inevitably, one day—it's gone. And we realize that we thought we were the only changing thing, the only variable, in the world; that the objects and people in our lives are there for our pleasure, like the playing pieces of a game, and cannot move of their own accord; that they are held in place by our need for them, by our love. How stupid.

Like a landmark, a pyramid-shaped stone or a cypress, that we assume will never move. So we can find our way home. And then, inevitably, one day—it's gone. And we realize that we thought we were the only changing thing, the only variable, in the world; that the objects and people in our lives are there for our pleasure, like the playing pieces of a game, and cannot move of their own accord; that they are held in place by our need for them, by our love. How stupid

And then, inevitably, one day it's gone. And we realise we thought we were the only changing thing, the only variable in the world. That the objects and people in our lives are there for our pleasure. Like the playing pieces of a game and cannot move of their own accord. That they are held in place by our need for them. By our love. How stupid.

They might have done, many of them. So many people will do. But once you've actually been in love, you can't live with "will do"; it's worse than living with yourself.

With lovers, though, the end is always there. It is a death as certain as the real death, and those of us in love, as at the bedside, begin to prepare ourselves. We might say it isn't working, or I can't give you what you need, and yet a day later there he is in your arms, and who can help it? There is the good-bye, and the good-bye, and the good-bye, and which will stick? Who can ever say, this is the last? One one is true, but all of them feel true, and the tears we shed are equal every time.

It's true things can go on till you die. And people use the same old table, even though it's falling apart and it's been repaired and repaired, just because it was their grandmother's. That's how towns become ghost towns. It's how houses become junk stores. And I think it's how people get old.

Così comincerò dalla fine, dicendovi che siamo tutti il grande amore di qualcuno

I]f you live abroad any good while, the notion of home is permanently compromised. You will always be missing another place, and no national logic will ever again seem fully obvious to you.

If some glorious angel descended into my living room and offered to exchange my children for other, better children-brighter, kinder, funnier, more loving, more disciplined, more accomplished-I would clutch the ones I have and, like most parents, pray away the atrocious specter.

No one had forewarned me, however, that if you live abroad any good while, the notion of home is permanently compromised.

To look deep into your child's eyes and see in him both yourself and something utterly strange, and then to develop a zealous attachment to every aspect of him, is to achieve parenthood's self-regarding, yet unselfish, abandon.

Ne exprim?m iubirea, deoarece satisfacÈ›ia adus? de iubire este enorm?, È™i continu?m s? ne exprim?m iubirea È™i s? acÈ›ion?m protector, deoarece pierderea iubirii e traumatizant?. Dac? n-am simÈ›i durere la pierderea fiinÈ›ei iubite, dac? am avea pl?cerea iubirii, dar n-am simÈ›i nimic când obiectul iubirii noastre e ruin?, am fi considerabil mai puÈ›in protectori decât suntem.

No estamos deprimidos por haber quedado apartados de lo que queremos, sino porque nos hemos fusionado con eso que queremos.

Mothering requires two impulses- the impulse to hold on, and the impulse to push away.

The biggest price you pay for love is that you have to have somebody around, you can't be on your own, wich is always so much better.

Cambio de perfumes constantemente. Si he llevado uno tres meses, me obligo a dejarlo aun cuando todavía me guste seguir llevándolo; así, siempre que lo huelo de nuevo recuerdo aquellos tres meses. Nunca vuelvo a usarlo; se convierte en parte de mi colección permanente de olores.

I don't know if I'd call either of them restless. Maybe hyperactive about some things. Anyway, I think as long as your soul is still attached to your body, it's impossible for it to be restless. I think you go where your spirit takes you.

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.