Quotes About Attachment

What at all can we ever really possess?

She looks at the swings, and I can see she's imagining what they'd look like if the kids weren't there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

She even touches Jimmy's face on the photos, and I see what it is to love someone like Milla loved that man. Her fingertips are made of love.

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you have finished just to stay near it

See, Cameron. The only things I care about in this life are me, you, Mum, Dad, Steve and Sarah. And maybe Miffy. The rest of the world means nothing to me. The rest of the world can rot.' Am I like that too?' You? No way.' There's a slight gap in his words. 'And that's your problem. You care about everything.' He's right. I do.

I loved you already then.

Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.

He was a great horse," she went on, "and the perfect story—we wouldn't love him so much if he'd lived.

I thought for a moment about the dog. Miffy. I guess no matter how much Rube and I complained about him, we knew we'd sort of miss him if something happened to him. It's funny how there are things in this world that do nothing but annoy you, but you know you'd miss them when they're gone. Miffy, the Pomeranian wonderdog, was one such thing.

Me doy cuenta de que nada le pertenece ya y que ella pertenece a todo.

I wonder if she'll ever know that no one will love her as hard as I do.

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished, just to stay near it.

It's funny how there are things in this world that do nothing but annoy you, but you know you'd miss them when they're gone.

Words are heavy...The words were stapled to her.

I realize that nothing belongs to her any more and she belongs to everything. She

How about a kiss, Saumensch?" He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.

Henri Michaux és autor de frases lapidàries, algunes molt encertades; una que m'habita des que la vaig llegir fa més de trenta anys és aquesta: «Qui n'aime pas ce monde, n'y bâtit pas de maison»>: aquell a qui no agrada aquest món, no hi construeix una casa.

I hate caring about stuff. But apparently once you start, you can't just stop.

Ä°ki insan?n aras?nda bazen, çok nadir, bir dünya oluÅŸuyor. Sonra bu bir vatan oluyor, kabul etmeye çoktan haz?r olduÄŸumuz bu minicik mikro-dünya, biri çekip gittiÄŸinde y?k?l?yor. Gidiyorum, çok sakinim ve düÅŸünüyorum: gitti.

There is much talk nowadays of blood and soil [Blut und Boden] as frequently invoked powers. Literati, whom one comes across even today, have already seized hold of them. Blood and soil are certainly powerful and necessary, but they are not a sufficient condition for the Dasein of a people.

When an Englishman once has your property in his hand, then he is like a monkey that has its hands full of pumpkin seeds - if you don't beat him to death he will never let go.' He

I am free, you see, she said, to love or to withhold love. Love and dependence need no longer be the same thing to me. I am free to love. That is why I love you, and it is the way I love you.

You are my own. You are my own. He had not meant the words in that way. He had been talking strictly about possession. But oh, the longing for his love was an unbearably painful ache in her.