Quotes About Attachment

If you understand there is nothing to lose, because anyway you came with nothing and there is nothing to lose, the fear of death will not be relevant.

Once your intellect—or buddhi, as it is termed in the yogic taxonomy—gets identified with something, you function within the realm of this identity. Whatever you are identified with, all your thoughts and emotions spring from that identity.

You have pursued so much for your well-being: your home, your business, your car, your spouse, your child, your club membership. But look back now and see: have you caught the fish, or has the fish caught you?

Of all emotions, compassion is the highest that man can experience. When someone lives in compassion, not just love, only then he is a real seeker, because very easily love becomes attachment and a bias. Love can become a great prejudice against you, somebody else, or anything.

I clung to my tears, refusing to give them to him.

Un banco donde sentarse o echar un sueño es la única patria que tiene mucha gente.

Me pregunto muchas veces si la infancia es un espejismo. Recurro tantas veces a ella que me da miedo pensar que posiblemente la haya deformado o idealizado. Desde que tengo conciencia de mí misma, he sabido que quería hacerme mayor viviendo como cuando era niña. Volverme adulta haciendo el camino a la inversa, regresar a lo que me rodeaba y me hizo tener tanto apego al campo. Soy lo que soy gracias a la infancia.

C'est drôlement dangereux de s'attacher à quelqu'un. C'est incroyable ce que ça peut faire mal. Rien que la peur de perdre l'autre est douloureuse.

Il est des petites choses que l'on laisse derrière soi, des moments de vie ancrés dans la poussière du temps. On peut tenter de les ignorer, mais ces petits riens mis bout à bout forment une chaîne qui vous raccroche au passé.

Faut pas s'attacher aux autres, c'est trop risqué.

It's funny how we always search for reasons not to love—fear of suffering, fear of abandonment—but the love of life, oh, how much you can take for granted until you realize that, one day, you're going to lose all of it.

Remember, nothing belongs to you but your flesh and blood—and nothing else is under your control.

Don't cling to possessions and other external things; cling only to the divine spark within you.

And how trivial the things we want so passionately are.

You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye

The desire to be loved is the last illusion Give it up and you will be free.

I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me.

Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!

But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.

In reduced circumstances the desire to live attaches itself to strange objects. I would like a pet: a bird, say, or a cat. A familiar. Anything at all familiar.

I've learned to do without a lot of things. If you have a lot of things, said Aunt Lydia, you get too attached to this material world and you forget about spiritual values.

Her metaphors for her children included barnacles encrusting a ship and limpets clinging to a rock.

You'll be here but not here, a muscle memory, like hanging a hat on a hook that's not there any longer.

Although he doesn't know it yet, she isn't his real life. But he is hers. This is painful.