Quotes About Attachment

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

[Said by Catherine:] I am Heathcliff.

My mom breastfed me for more than a year, and I can't imagine doing it any other way. It's cheap and much better for the environment, and you don't have to lug all that stuff around.

The thing I never understood about love is that it can't be quelled, like lust can. With love, if you follow its call, if you give in to it, it just gets worse. The more you have, the deeper you go, the more you need.

51st State was one that I loved doing because the character was so out there, and in a way I was sad to leave the character behind. I'm afraid I could never be that cool in real life!

In reverencing wealth we reverence not a man, but an appendix to a man.

People, in all but the most favored times and places, are rooted to the places where they were born, think the thoughts of those places, can endure no other thoughts. The next parish even is suspected.

The purse strings tie us to our kind.

In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.

But the maladies by which a man is afflicted do not nullify the sum total of human passion. To our shame be it spoken, a woman is never so much attached to us as when we are sick.

A man loves with more or less passion according to the number of cords which his pretty mistress binds to his heart.

Between persons who are perpetually in each other's company dislike or love increases daily; every moment brings reasons to love or hate each other more and more.

If you have desired your object only for one day, your love perhaps will not last more than three nights.

We do not attach ourselves permanently to any possessions, excepting in proportion to the trouble, toil and longing which they have cost us.

Perhaps there are people in this world who love their fountain pens with every fiber of their being—and that's very sad. If you're not in love with him, you can understand him.

Things are just things. They can't bring back the dead. it just makes me feel better.

Diceva: quando ami qualcuno soffri, ti struggi, è un sentimento che non puoi in alcun modo soffocare...

I'd broken up with someone I'd met at my pottery studio. It had been quite a major love affair. He was older and single, and I'd gotten caught up in it to the point that I'd even thought about marrying him. In the end we'd gone our separate ways, but I was still hung up on him.

I carried the last of my things in both hands. When I thought, now at last I won't be torn between two places, I began to feel strangely shaky, close to tears.

For all I know . . . my stomach clenched. She might be more desperate than she appeared, and could disappear just like Dad had. Then, in an instant, I'd never be able to be near her again.

But I'm not free, I realized; I've been touched by Yuichi's soul. How much easier it would be to stay away forever.

Se sei sempre arrabbiata con gli altri, se non fai che dargli addosso, vuol dire che dipendi da loro.

Because I wasn't in love with Yuichi, I understood that very well. The quality & importance of a fountain pen meant to him something completely different from what it meant to her. Perhaps there are people who love their fountain pens with every fiber of their being - and that's very sad. If you're not in love with him, you can understand him.

I was thinking of Anna. I make myself think of her, I do it as an exercise. She is lodged in me like a knife and yet I am beginning to forget her. Already the image of her that I hold in my head is fraying, bits of pigments, flakes of gold leaf, are chipping off. Will the entire canvas be empty one day?