Quotes About Attachment

Our home, our special country, is for all of us the place where we find liberation; a very difficult word. . . .that tries to describe something that can't be described but is the only thing worth having.

It was usual for Gervas Leigh to lose everything not actually attached to his person by a string, the habit of dissociation from material things being the first to be acquired by men of saintly character.

has proved to be true. You have a first city as you have a first lover, and this was mine.

It can fuck you up, if you meet the most important person in your life when you're sixteen, seventeen. You imprint on them, and you never escape from it. That's what happened to me.

The stain of place hangs on not as a birthright but as a sort of artifice, a bit of cosmetic.

You run over a part of yourself when you run over something that has such a place in your heart.

I think the hardest things is going to be letting go. Letting go of all my friends. Letting go of the person I was here in this small town.

I can't cry..not yet. I can't say goodbye..not yet. I can't lose you..not yet.

Every word you have ever uttered, is engraved upon my heart.

Today I will go to wait for her again, because I cannot help it, because my whole being seems now to be bound up in the being of one so different from myself and yet so exquisitely familiar that I can scarely understand what has happened.

He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.

grief is good—that it is a sign of how well we have loved. And

I never thought of it like that. I always thought of you as a part of me, like my own eyes or my own hands. You don't go around thinking 'I love my eyes, I love my hands', do you? But think what it would be like to live without your eyes or your hands. To be mad, or to be blind. I can't talk about it. It's how I feel.

Whatever you have lost there are more of, just not yours.

There is something wrong with a person who loves ballpoint pens. I believe nothing so deeply as this.

The finger-biter's feelings for her ex-husband were a bonsai tree—they may have started in something real, but she'd tended them so closely and for so long they were now purely decorative.

It has nothing to do with you—" "It has everything to do with me that you want to get yourself fucking killed." He snarled, the words tight and full of iron. "Losing you is not an option.

You have always been home for me, and nothing has been the same without you...

and even if he knew the answer, he would keep on doing this. because, the thing was, he loved her. he couldn't walk away if he wanted to.

I liked him first, but it doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either. Or at least, it's not supposed to.

The story of my life can be told in silver: in chocolate mills, serving spoons, and services for twelve. The story of my life has nothing to do with me. The story of my life is things. Things that aren't mine, that won't ever be mine. It's all I've ever known. I wish it wasn't.

I have learned to smoke because I need something to hold onto.

History and speculation have placed Antinous at Hadrian's side as the one great attachment of the emperor's life, the loss of whom caused this mature, sophisticated and highly experienced ruler to allow himself to be subsumed by grief.

Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.