Quotes About Attachment

libertad auténtica es cuando la mente se desprende de lo inútil y de los miedos; cuando decide rechazar todos los apegos y los supuestos privilegios (estatus, poder, fama) que alimentan el ego hasta convertirlo en algo insufrible. Placeres del tener que nos atan o nos hacen caminar en círculos; malos placeres, diría

El apego enferma, castra, incapacita, elimina criterios, degrada y somete, deprime, genera estrés, asusta, cansa, desgasta y, finalmente, acaba con todo residuo de humanidad disponible.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,Who never to himself hath said,This is my own, my native land!Whose heart hath neer within him burnd,As home his footsteps he hath turnd,From wandering on a foreign strand!

I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?

It is so easy to become more attached to the gifts of God than to the Giver—and even, I should add, to the work of God than to God Himself.

Prosperity in the form of wealth works exactly the same as everything else. You will see it coming into your life when you are unattached to needing it.

All I know is when you have somethin' cut off, it means there's less of you left, and I like as much of you as can be, Lu. Maybe you should gain some weight.

the bee perishes because his lust for the lotus stupefies him and makes him stick to her even in death.

All of life's problems come from attachment. When you let go of being attached to things, or needing things, a sense of peace comes over you like I can't describe.

If you are not sensitive to rejection, doesn't that also mean you're indifferent to love?

And you have fixed my life — however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but I shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.

Benim en ?iddetli korkular?mdan biri, a?k?n gittikçe daha güçlü bir biçimde tedarik i?lerine kaymas?yd?; öyle ki sonunda geriye sadece tedarik kal?yor, a?k uçup gitmi? oluyordu.

Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Books tell us that such unearthly creatures have existed - but what does our own experiences say in answer to books?

Die Liebe zu den Kindern - besser, man kämpft gegen sie an. Man kommt ja auch nicht einem Hund zu nahe; sogar wenn er freundlich aussieht, kann er zuschnappen. Stets muss man einen Abstand lassen zwischen sich und seinem Kind, sie sterben einfach zu schnell. Aber mit jedem Jahr, das vergeht, gewöhnt man sich mehr an so ein Wesen. Man fasst Zutrauen, man erlaubt sich, es teilzuhaben. Und plötzlich ist es weg.

Remember you don't really own anything you can't carry at a dead run.

Loving everyone," said Jimmy, "is almost the same thing as loving nobody." He paused. "You're awfully hard on the people who love you.

The writers we absorb when we're young bind us to them, sometimes lightly, sometimes with iron. In time, the bonds fall away, but if you look very closely you can sometimes make out the pale white groove of a faded scar, or the telltale chalky red of old rust.

Can that be called perfect knowledge . . . If one is not released while enjoying the pleasures of sense? 2 sings Saraha, one of the Buddhist masters who lived sometime between the second and seventh centuries.

When a single object takes an exclusive place in our mind, when our being reaches toward this object in a sort of contracted tension, movement ceases within us and suffering finds its home in us.

Oh Devi, some people claim, "The body is made up of impurities such as germs, worms, faeces, urine, phlegm, blood, flesh, skin, and so on. How can we offer such a body to the Guru?" With thoughts like these, they don't make an offering.

Pochi oggetti risvegliano quanto il libro il sentimento di assoluta proprietà.

Appena un libro finisce nelle nostre mani, è nostro, proprio come dicono i bambini: - È il mio libro - ... parte integrante di me stesso. E forse questa la ragione per cui così difficilmente restituiamo i libri che ci vengono prestati. Non esattamente un furto... (no, no, non siamo dei ladri; no...), diciamo, un passaggio di proprietà, o meglio, un trasferimento di sostanza.

You know where everything is. You practically live here now." Shamron muttered something in Polish about the ingratitude

I craved my mom, even when she was standing right next to me. With her hand in mine and my head resting on her hip, I wondered what I could do to make her feel as light as she seemed to be with everyone else. I wanted her to gently touch my arm and laugh at my knock-knock jokes the way she did when strangers said anything at all. What would it feel like to have my mom all to myself?