Quotes About Attachment

Lucy, the eldest, said a DiFalco woman couldn't hold onto a man if she had him Krazy Glued to her side. Over the years Rose had come to realize the truth of that statement. In

He knew he was being over-optimistic, for no necklace, however magnificent, however expensive, could compensate a woman for losing him.

So where does that leave me? I like hosting the show....It's become my identity. If that's gone, where am I?

No, I stay for myself. Everything I need, everything I want, is here. I know it's not enough for most people, but it is for me. Every time I leave, even for an afternoon or an overnight trip to Seattle, I can't wait to get back. This is home. And I guess I'm a person who needs a home, a place to plant seeds and watch them grow.

A few," she admitted. "But not too many. This house doesn't really hold my memories. Our family home—the one we lived in when my mom was alive—was much harder to give up. But I've learned that love isn't in what we have; it's who we're with. I'm just glad I'm with you.

When you know what you have to lose, you protect it more.

Everything I need, everything I want, is here. I know it's not enough for most people, but it is for me. Every time I leave, even for an afternoon or an overnight trip to Seattle, I can't wait to get back. This is home. And I guess I'm a person who needs a home, a place to plant seeds and watch them grow.

She and Mud were calves then. They were so devoted to each other that they walked with Date Bed grasping Mud's tail, and they said 'we' instead of 'I'--'we are tired,' 'we want,' 'we can't'--as if they were a single calf. When She-Screams slapped Mud, it was Date Bed who squealed

He knew I loved him to desperately to ever be a reliable witness

We are all proprietary toward cities we love. 'Ah, you should have seen her when I loved her!' we say, reciting glories since faded or defiled, trusting her to no one else; that others should know and love her in her present fallen state (for she must fall without our vigilant love) is a species of betrayal.

I can count all the ways in which being a mother has enriched my understanding of the world, of character, my sense of the future and my attachment to it. I can't imagine what kind of writer I'd be if I didn't have my kids.

I wanted to take his leash off and let him run free, but I was scared to. What if he decided he'd had enough of me and ran off to be a stray again?

For although she had been, and still was, very much admired, she had got into the way of preferring unsatisfactory love affairs to any others, so that it was becoming almost a bad habit.

Once you get into the habit of falling in love you will find that it happens quite often and means less and less.

Yet she felt, as we so often do with somebody we love, that any little defect could only make him more dear to her.

Then she fretted, ah, she fretted, But 'ere six months had gone past, She had got another poodle dog Exactly like the last.… thought Belinda frivolously, but the old song had come into her head and seemed appropriate. Some tame gazelle or some gentle dove or even a poodle dog—something to love, that was the point.

Love is fusion.

We're all holding onto something," Waits said. "None of us wants to come out of the ground." For Waits, "Hold On" was "two people who are in love, writing a song... about being in love".

It is strange how attached we become to old friends, though they be but inanimate objects.

It just means that if someone hates you, they still have feelings for you. If they really didn't care about you, they'd just forget about you. They wouldn't even waste the time hating you.

All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.

Man buys ring woman throws it away Same old thing happens everyday

Remarkably, several research teams have documented that styles of attachment at one year predict the organization of experience in young adulthood. Thus face-to-face communication between mother and infant at 4 months is a foundational process with a trajectory into adulthood.

Dear precious Diary, I am baptizing you with my tears. I know we have to leave and that one day I will even have to leave my father and mother's home and go into a home of my own. But ever I will take you with me.