Quotes About Attachment

I don't care that people thought I was one way for my whole career because now that I am not attached to a team, I can have my own opinion, I can have my own voice. I can link myself to my own thought process rather than a generic message most teams try to get across.

The thoughts of those moved by natural human love are almost completely fastened on the beloved, their hearts are filled with passion for it, and their mouths full of its praises.

People get really attached to it: many of our players have played for four to five years, and our developers range in age from eight to 80. Some of the top developers are 18 or 20, and we have kids in high-school who are making two, three or four thousand dollars a month.

We mused for a while over parents. Then I went on musing about why it was thought better and higher to love one's country than one's county, or town, or village, or house. Perhaps because it was larger. But then it would be still better to love one's continent, and best of all to love one's planet.

At the age of five, Gustav Perle was certain of only one thing: he loved his mother.

Never a ship sails out of the bay But carries my heart as a stowaway.

I know someone who has never been able to read _The Cuckoo Clock_ since leaving her girlhood home, because it had to be read sitting halfway up the stairs, where the light through a stained-glass landing window fell on it, staining the pages red and blue and green.

I need them and they need me to need them

I am afraid of losing what I have already valued.

beside her, Jake Silverman was fighting to pull away from

A good book holds you down. It's an anchor that keeps you from getting up and having another gin and tonic.

once you settle on an island, you never leave, an island holds on to what it has with all its might and main.

What is the root of this separation from our basic goodness, which is the divine Goodness? Is it not our preoccupation with our narrow selves? Is it not our attachments and selfish desires and our pursuit of disparate objects that we think will make us happy, but which only make us more miserable? This is at the root of our misery: We tend to look at things and view them as "objects" separate from us. This way of looking at things divides us at the core of our being.

The wish to gain complete possession of somebody is expressed most plainly by jealousy. Jealousy is never a sign of love. It only indicates fear of not being able to hold another person.

The Shapiras brought me the book "The Road to Miltown" by S.J. Perelman, and I still have it. It's moved with me across the country, put up in innumerable bookshelves, for almost fifty years. It's showing signs of wear. (Hell, so am I, but we're both still good to take to bed.)

I loved Mr. Darcy far more than any of my own husbands.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Men always want to be a woman's first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man's last romance.' And

It isn't by throwing things away—and, invariably, replacing them—that we avoid cluttering up our life. It is by holding on to things that have been good and faithful to us. A trusted familiar knows how to live with us, finding its own space, giving us ours, and saves us from the need to hoard and possess that comes from feeling incomplete.

It is always the same with mountains. Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them. There is no escape.

How evanescent those loves and friendships seem at this distance in time…We move on, make new attachments. We grow old. But sometimes, we hanker for old friendships, the old loves. Sometimes I wish I was young again. Or that I could travel back in time and pick up the threads. Absent so long, I may have stopped loving you, friends; but I will never stop loving the Day I loved you.

When you are a long way from where you think you belong, you will attach yourself to people you would otherwise ignore or even dislike.

If possessions are viewed as part of self, it follows that an unintentional loss of possessions should be regarded as a loss or lessening of self.

We cannot hope to understand consumer behavior without first gaining some understanding of the meanings that consumers attach to possessions. A key to understanding what possessions mean is recognizing that, knowingly or unknowingly, intentionally or unintentionally, we regard our possessions as parts of ourselves.