Quotes About Attachment

How am I, a writer, supposed to feel about having lost you to a reader?

Love is for children. I owe him a debt.

Home. Home is just a word. Thin on meaning. It's a word that can hold you hostage, keep you from living your life.

She had some horses. She had some horses she loved. She had some horses she hated. These were the same horses.

Loving our parents, we bring them into us. They inhabit us. For a long time I believed that I could not bear to live without Mom and Dad—I could not bear to "outlive" them—for to be a daughter without parents did not seem possible to me.

The things that link us deepest, we can't feel. Except if they're taken from us.

Love is what can't be helped. When it waxes, and when it wanes.

Once you own things you have to be afraid of them. Of losing them.

The curiosity of the book was that,as you held it,and "read" it, you felt an intimate connection with it as with a living thing,which you did not feel with an eBook; as soon as you were finished with the eBook,you stored it,or deleted it;you felt no sentiment or particular ownership. You could not see it on a shelf or a table,you could not admire its design. In effect,it had been Deleted.

was in love with Briscoe

For there is the fear—a wise fear, I think: that if we speak just once to the dead, the dead will cleave to us in their desperate loneliness and never leave our sides.

The real drug, I came to believe, was love.

If you find yourself cluttered up and done in by disorganization, ask yourself why you seem to hang on to everything that comes your way. Do you feel obligated to keep it just because someone gave it to you? Of course, we don't want to hurt people's feelings, but on the other hand, if a gift is given correctly, it comes with no strings attached. If someone truly gives you a gift, it should be yours to do with as you please.

De ce sunt atât de sufocant?? Chiar am un mod exagerat de a aborda relaÈ›iile? Drept urmare, Janet a aflat c? ea se temea enorm s? nu fie respins? din cauza suferinÈ›ei îndurate în trecut, astfel încât atunci când cineva se ar?ta chiar ÅŸi puÈ›in prietenos cu ea, ea îÅŸi dorea s? fie mereu în preajma acelei persoane de team? s? nu piard? acea relaÈ›ie.

Sentí cuando cayó en mis manos el hilito de sangre con que estaba amarrada a mi corazón.

Vivian Gornick's memoir Fierce Attachments

Let me go." "I can't", he said hoarsely, (…)" I've tried a hundred times to let you go, Victoria, but I can't.

Where is your home? she asked after a long, comfortable silence. Wherever you are.

who had daringly come to his defense in a roomful of men, who had kissed him with tender passion, now seemed to be passionately attached not to any man, but to a pile of stones instead. Two years ago he'd

Do you think just having a baby automatically makes you love it?' 'I'm not sure... you might have to learn to love it, like any other person.

I wonder if ever again Americans can have that experience of returning to a home place so intimately known, profoundly felt, deeply loved, and absolutely submitted to? It is not quite true that you can't go home again. I have done it, coming back here. But it gets less likely. We have had too many divorces, we have consumed too much transportation, we have lived too shallowly in too many places.

After all, what are any of us after but the conviction of belonging?

Habit is my true, my wedded wife.

Neither place nor I had a chance of being anything unless we could live together for a while. I spent my youth envying people who had lived all their lives in the houses they were born in, and had attics full of proof that they had lived.