Quotes About Attachment

At the time of death, whatever you have focused on the most will determine your next life.

These interests are reflected in the attachment to the notion that the physical laws we know describe all that is, and that if other beings reside in the cosmos they will behave more or less like

I figli erano i chiodi che lo tenevano crocefisso a mia madre.

I would stare at that strange picture, kissing it and crying over it, happy because once it had been true.

Damn! I hate farewells!

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess.

everything I treasure is broken - it's of no use to anybody but me...

some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart...

I know I misplace my glasses - the one's I don't need - you roll your eyes - but I don't misplace my love ...

When negative feelings are suppressed positive feelings become suppressed as well, and love dies.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

. . . owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

owning a dog always ended with this sadness because dogs just don't live as long as people do.

I'd said to my sweetheart a couple of days before that the SAG and Spirit Award nomination was amazing and I had no attachment to the Academy Award. I knew I was an underdog so I just decided to sleep through the announcement.

Pirates owner and real estate baron John Galbreath owned a horse named Roberto as well as a ballplayer of the same name, and the two meant about the same thing to him.)

I so desperately hate to end these movies that the first thing I do when I'm done is write another one. Then I don't feel sad about having to leave and everybody going away.

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

When you love something it loves you back in whatever way it has to love.

waldosia n. a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain's way of checking to see whether they're still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.

looseleft adj. feeling a sense of loss upon finishing a good book, sensing the weight of the back cover locking away the lives of characters you've gotten to know so well.

It's part of a writer's profession, as it's part of a spy's profession, to prey on the community to which he's attached, to take away information - often in secret - and to translate that into intelligence for his masters, whether it's his readership or his spy masters. And I think that both professions are perhaps rather lonely.

The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous. But neither, in my experience, do we ever reach a plane of detachment regarding our parents, however wise and old we may become. To pretend otherwise is to cheat.

How dare you say it's nothing to me? Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.