Quotes About Attachment

She didn't want to let go of him, or the baby, but sometimes life made you give up what you loved most.

Na kraju - kažem na kraju, a trebalo je da pro?u godine patnji, rastanaka, raskida - uvideli smo da su nam životi vezani zauvek i da svojim slabim ljudskim snagama ne možemo ništa ni protiv svoje ljubavi ni protiv prepreka koje joj stoje na putu.

To own is to fear.

There are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull How do you hang on to someone who won't stay And how do you get rid of someone who won't go

Love hath so long possessed me for his ownAnd made his lordship so familiar.

Conservar algo que me ayude a recordarte, sería admitir que te puedo olvidar»,

It's funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, 'I want to go home.' But then you come home, and of course it's not the same. You can't live with it, you can't live away from it. And it seems like from then on there's always this yearning for some place that doesn't exist. I felt that. Still do. I'm never completely at home anywhere.

You know, I tried not to think of this place. I tried to let it go. To leave it behind. But it always came back to me, in my dreams. I'd dream about these details, these objects and people and places I'd left behind, and I'd wake up crying.

He seemed particularly insistent. I both did and didn't want to be left alone at the house with my mother. There was an aching in my chest that surprised me, and my eyes were watering up against my will.

Pain was my tie to a past that a part of me wanted to hold on to. The more I hurt, the more I knew I loved, and that felt like a good thing.

Why did I have to love him so much if we're not going to end up together?

One of the pitfalls of having an ex-boyfriend is that people still pair you together in their memories, and sooner or later someone's bound to mention him. And now that it has happened . . . I can't say I feel nothing. I don't think it's possible to get royally dumped by the only boy I've ever done it with, let alone loved, and then feel nothing when he's brought up in conversation.

I couldn't be fonder of you if you were my own son. But, well, if you lose a son, its possible to get another. There's only one Maltese Falcon.

The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.

It is almost magical—the way a newly incubator-hatched duckling will devotedly follow a human who is many hundreds of times larger than itself. The phenomenon of day-old animals following the first vocal and animated being it encounters has been labeled imprinting.

Once ducklings reach maturity, they sometimes fairly abruptly stop tracking the person they have imprinted on and integrate with other ducks.

Again he thought of his own losses, and he wondered why it was that the things a person had lost— or might lose— defined him more than the things he yet possessed.

The one on the right had an occasional table beside it with an ashtray, a pipe and a very old hardback edition of Sense and Sensibility. I figured that had been his chair since he was eight years old, when he had his first pipe and got hooked on Jane Austen.

There's a limit to your love.

I have found the funerals of friends less harrowing than the auctioning off of their property: a unique and loveable nature, already contracted to its inert possessions, is broken into money and dispersed for all time.

He flat out needed Chuck, like a kid with a security blanket.

She means the world to me, and nothing will ever change that.

Mark had always felt like she was his as a simple matter of the situation. Pretty much everyone else she'd ever known had died; he was a scrap left over for her to take, the alternative to being forever alone. But he gladly played his part, even considered himself lucky—he didn't know what he'd do without her.

Mark had always felt like she was his as a simple matter of the situation. Pretty much everyone else she'd ever known had died; he was a scrap left over for her to take, the alternative to being forever alone.