Quotes About Attachment

Vade Mecum I want the scissors to be sharp and the table perfectly level when you cut me out of my life and paste me in that book you always carry.

Your own creations are your own children; you gave life to them, so you'll always have, if not more passion to them, more connections to them.

Any stressful thought that you have about the planet, for example, shows you where you are stuck, where your energy is being exhausted in not fully meeting life as it is, without conditions.

I still call Texas home. It is where I spent most of my life growing up.

You said there was nothing in the world you wanted" The Queen's eyes glittered. "When you imagine your life without him, do you still feel the same?

Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript

Object relations theorists are interested in understanding how formative interactions between parents and children become internalized by the child and, akin to cognitive schemas, serve as mental representations that shape or guide how children establish and carry out subsequent relationships with others.

Never invest so much in anyone romantically that you lose your head. The Buddha of casual sex, I remain detached at all costs.

even reluctant curiosity would give way to habit, and habit to dependency.

Everything carries side effects; thus, in this context, the critical side effect of love is craziness.

Neither anything nor any person in the world can force and suggest me to forget you and leave my feelings and emotions to thinking and loving you.

One can love whoever and whenever it wants; however, expecting similar feelings from that whom it loves, is a risk of self-hurting.

One cannot hold its image of pride, and love together, at a time. To be a lover or proud person that lies in one's hands.

One handcuffs itself, with its vanity character; it breaks the best ties and contacts.

Some people's names and affection cannot be out and removed from the heart and mind; you are one of them.

Sometimes, everyone can forget something; however, no one can forget breathing, and you are my breathing.

Sorry. There is not any place anymore for anyone. I am already in love with someone since I first come to know each other.

You keep loving me; I can't stop you; however, I have devoted my soul and love to someone else.

Although we say mountains belong to the country, actually, they belong to those that love them.

Oh, it's not important. It's just a glove!" Manzhen spoke lightly, but in fact she was upset. Sometimes she focused so hard on little things she was almost small-minded. But Shijun, when he looked back at it all, treasured this trait of hers. Manzhen was the kind of person who, once something came into her possession, cherished it till it became, in her eyes, the best thing ever. He knew, because he'd once been hers.

Alive, her body belonged to him; dead, she was his ghost.

My firstborn, Michael, nearly died in his first moments of life, and he was sickly for some weeks after. I recall clearly those anxious days, peering into his incubator. I remember aching to hold him, and yet, superstitiously, I feared that if I made that connection, if I dared to love him more than I already did, he would be snatched from me.

I'm afraid, she thought. When there's someone to cling to, I'll cling. And I'll grow weak again, like roses unable to stand free, once trained to a trellis.

A final truth of her own dawned in her, too: that she loved him, even now, and that she would go on loving him no matter what.