Quotes About Attachment

true love cannot begin until the "in-love" experience has run its course.

After studying scores of couples, she concluded that the average life span of a romantic obsession is two years.

the average life span of a romantic obsession is two years.

In fact, true love cannot begin until the "in-love" experience has run its course.

The emotional need for love, however, is not simply a childhood phenomenon. That need follows us into adulthood and into marriage. The

The euphoria of the "in-love" state gives us the illusion that we have an intimate relationship.

Research indicates that the average life span of the "in love" obsession is two years.1 For some it may last a bit longer; for some, a bit less. But the average is two years. Then we come down off the emotional high and those aspects of life that we disregarded in our euphoria begin to become important.

It was all new, the bond, and he wondered how he could have lived his whole life and never had this, never had this closeness with another species, with a dog. It had been a great loss. He decided he would never be without a dog again.

I thought of Eunice's lips on my nose, the love mixed in with the pain, the foretaste of almonds and salt. I thought of how it was all just too beautiful to ever let go.

Nema ništa gore nego voljeti nekoga tko vas ne voli,a istovremeno je to najljepša stvar koja mi se ikada dogodila. Voljeti nekoga tko i vas voli,to je narcizam..... Voljeti nekoga tko vas ne voli...To je ljubav

D'autres amours viendront bien entendu se greffer sur les premières forces aimantes. Mais toutes ces amours ne pourront jamais détruire la priorité historique de notre premier sentiment. La chronologie du cÅ"ur est indestructible.

When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me forever.

However much I love a woman—or however little—I find I want her most when I can no longer have her.

Stephen Levine, a Buddhist teacher, says that hell is wanting to be somewhere different from where you are. Being one place and wanting to be somewhere else. Being constantly agitated—another word for nonaccepting—about the inevitable. Being in a relationship with someone and refusing to surrender to the love because you don't want to give yourself to something you will eventually lose.

Most people don't want what they want: people love to be prevented, restricted. The hamster not only loves his cage, he'd be lost without it.

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.

What you are to do without me I cannot imagine.

But your lordship knows very well that I am not attached to the soil in a vulgar manner, like a serf. Still, I have a feeling about it; [with growing agitation] and I am not ashamed of it; and [rising wildly] by God, if this goes on any longer I will fling my cassock to the devil, and take arms myself, and strangle the accursed witch with my own hands.

Explain! Tell a man to explain how he dropped into hell! Explain my preference! I never had a preference for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.

Since you think it my duty, Mr. Farebrother, I will tell you that I have too strong a feeling for Fred to give him up for any one else. I should never be quite happy if I thought he was unhappy for the loss of me. It has taken such deep root in me—my gratitude to him for always loving me best, and minding so much if I hurt myself, from the time when we were very little. I cannot imagine any new feeling coming to make that weaker.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love .

I've always felt that your belongings have never been on a level with you.

Perhaps I feel about you as the artist does about the scene over which his soul has brooded with love: he would tremble to see it confided to other hands; he would never believe that it could bear for another all the meaning and the beauty it bears for him.

Poor child! it was very early for her to know one of those supreme moments in life when all we have hoped or delighted in, all we can dread or endure, falls away from our regard as insignificant; is lost, like a trivial memory, in that simple, primitive love which knits us to the beings who have been nearest to us, in their times of helplessness or of anguish.