Quotes About Attachment

You love her, even if you don't believe you do. You're used to her, and a lot of love is nothing more than habit.

The capacity for loyalty is stretched too thin when it tries to attach itself to the hypothetical solidarity of the human race. It needs to attach itself to specific people and specific places, not to an abstract ideal of universal human rights. We love particular men and women, not humanity in general.

Outra coisa que sei é que, cedo ou tarde, as pessoas têm de fazer parte de um lugar — parte de sua paisagem, das ruas, das águas e das pessoas — senão terão uma vida muito, muito infeliz, a vida de um eterno exilado.

That's the trouble with caring about anybody, you begin to feel overprotective. Then you begin to feel crowded.

Once a woman has given you her heart you can never get rid of the rest of her.

although he knew he would never feel completely at home there, it would always give him a place to come home to.

still he found himself more and more attached to the almost fairy form before him.

It's love, Mr. Stoner," Sloane said cheerfully. "You are in love. It's as simple as that.

It's not that they were worth anything. But they were mine.

How contrary an animal is man, who most treasures what he refuses or abandons! ("Augustus")

Perhaps what should make you feel better is the thought I would kill you, that I'm obsessed with you enough to do that. I'd rather you not live than that you live apart from me.

There was the feeling, too, that she no longer belonged – that she had become a stranger in another people's world. It had all altered so much; first changing into a place that it was difficult to understand, then growing so much more complex that one gave up trying to understand. No wonder, she thought, that the old become possessive about things; cling to objects which link them with the world that they could understand…

I shall miss you,' said Perley. 'Of course I shall miss you, Maverick. So should I miss the piano, if it were taken out of the parlor.

The dead belonged to her as no one living could have done.

It is true she liked him most when he wasn't there, but then she usually liked everybody most when they weren't there.

You know how sometimes when you come home and you haven't seen a place for so long that it seems unbelievably beautiful, and you want to cry because you love it so much you think it's going to break your heart? I felt like that, too. I am HOME.

I am like a ruined piece of parchment scrawled over and over again with your name, so many times it has become illegible.

I wish you could go through life without ever caring about anything, without ever getting attached to people and dreams and inaccessible places. It just makes you sad when you can never go back.

It makes you very uncomfortable to realize that your emotional attachment to something is an indulgence.

How do you ever hold on to anybody?

Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty-four hours of our relationship. I know that this happens, I see it happening, I even feel myself, sometimes, standing at some temporal crossroads, some distinct moment at which I can walk away and keep it from happening, but I never do. I grab at everything, I end up with nothing, and then I feel bereft. I mourn for the loss of something I never even had.

There are many things in the world. If we care for them all a little, we won't feel the hurt too much when we part with one.

Riches certainly make themselves wings; they fly away.

Airtight allegiance to place could make you a loser, left behind by the great sweep of a monochromatic, generalist world.