Quotes About Attachment

DüÅŸmanl???n hiçbir doyum ihtimali yoktur, bu yüzden – yani ekonomik nedenlerden ötürü – daha fazla doyum, yani boÅŸal?m olana?? sunan sevgi yakla??m?yla yer deÄŸiÅŸtirir." Sigmund Freud, 'Ben ve O', sayfa 77

Niemals sind wir ungeschützter gegen das Leiden, als wenn wir Lieben. Niemals hilfloser unglücklich, als wenn wir das geliebte Objekt oder seine Liebe verloren haben.

bir insana vazgeçilmez olduÄŸunu hissettirdiÄŸinizde ilk vazgeçeceÄŸi kiÅŸi siz olursunuz

Die rührende, im Grunde so kindliche Elternliebe ist nichts anderes als der wiedergeborene Narzißmus der Eltern, der in seiner Umwandlung zur Objektliebe sein einstiges Wesen unverkennbar offenbart.

How good is his memory? If very good, as dogs' memories are said to be, what grief being locked up alone might bring him. And - heart-shredding thought - is it still for you that he waits by the door?)

Who doesn't know that the dog is the epitome of devotion? But it's this devotion to humans, so instinctual that it's given freely even to persons who are unworthy of it, that has made me prefer cats. Give me a pet that can get along without me.

There's a certain kind of person who, having read this far, is anxiously wondering: Does something bad happen to the dog?

Having your dog is like having a part of you here.

You tug and strain like a young horse when it's first tied up at the stake, whenever you are tied by your heartstrings.

Why I left, I don't know. I have never found a place of more beautiful night sounds, have never found a place where I so completely belonged despite being different.

I tried to love you less.I couldn't.

Por qué ya no me quiere? Habría que saber porqué me ha querido. Una no se plantea la cuestión. Incluso si no se es ni orgullosa ni narcisista, es tan extraordinario ser una misma, justamente una misma, esto es tan único que parece natural que sea único también para alguien más. Me quería, es todo. Y para siempre ya que siempre seré yo.

I'm not jealous of your feelings for people. But I am jealous of people's feelings for you. [...] When you're there, I know quite well our love is the truest; but from afar I find it a burden to see you trailing round in the other hearts.

Jealousy is not contemptible real love has a beak and claws.

Une habitude c'est presque une compagnie, dans la mesure où une compagnie n'est bien souvent qu'une habitude.

Não é mais amor: sou apenas um hábito.

All that a stubborn optimism can claim is that the past does not concern us in this particular and fixed form and that we have sacrificed nothing in sacrificing it; thus, many revolutionaries consider it healthy to refuse any attachment to the past and to profess to scorn monuments and traditions.

What does love mean to him, these days? He clings to me as he might cling to anything he had been used to for a long while, but I no longer bring him any kind of happiness. Perhaps it is unfair, but I resent it: he accepts this indifference---he has settled down into it.

Ancak kendimden d??ar? ç?k?nca vard?r sevinç, tadland???m ÅŸeylere baÄŸland???m, varl???m? dünyaya katt???m zaman vard?r.

Women] have no history, religion of their own, and they are not like the proletarian solidarity work and interests (…) They live dispersed among men, attached by housing, labor, economic, social condition in some men – fathers or husbands – more closely than other women

The reality of the world is the result of our attachment. It is the reality of the self which we transfer into things. It has nothing to do with independent reality. That is only perceptible through total detachment. Should only one thread remain, there is still attachment.

I also like to think that after the slight shock of separation you will not feel any sorrow … and that if you should sometimes happen to think of me you will do so as one thinks of a book one read in childhood. I do not want ever to occupy a different place from that in the hearts of those I love, because then I can be sure of never causing them any unhappiness.

Attachment is a manufacturer of illusions and whoever wants reality ought to be detached.

we are always entertaining the delusion that we will go on forever in this world. The result is that the very things which ought to be of assistance to us in our pilgrimage through life, become chains which bind us.