Quotes About Attachment

Once in, when did one fall out of love? It had taken several weeks back in October - though it seemed the feeling had merely lain dormant instead of going away altogether. How long would it take this time? And when would it be gone forever?

You will find that wanting, even loving, is not enough.

I want you, my dear. I do believe I have fallen in love with you. What a nasty ailment that may prove to be! I have not suffered from it before. Is it deadly, do you suppose? Is it a terminal illness?

her young heart was no longer her own.

Bir kad?n?n hayalini elinden almak, bir kaplan?n yavrusunu elinden almaya benzer.

And yet if I drew my thoughts back from him, what life would I have? I would be like a dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give.

Si moría mi madre, ¿cómo iba yo a seguir viviendo en la casa con él? No quería alejarme de él, pero cuando mi madre desapareciera, la casa se quedaría vacía, estuviera él o no.

Your blanket is all torn because it's old." "It is not old," Jane said. "But it is old," Jane's mother said. "We bought it when you were born. And then we had to wash it lots of times. And we washed it and washed it, and now it is all worn out. Look, you have a nice new big blanket. You don't need that old blanket. That old blanket is like a rag now, darling.

One time there was a girl. Her name was Jane. She was a little baby. And she had a blanket. It was a small blanket. It was pink, and soft, and warm. In the morning she woke up. And the first thing she did was to touch the blanket, and it felt soft and warm when she put her fingers on it. Jane loved her pink blanket.

I'll tell u boys it's tough to be alone, and it's tough to love a doll that's not ur own.

Love...no such thing. Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist. Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that's certain.

The brain may be regarded as a kind of parasite of the organism..

Guardando tutto ciò che non abbiamo, siamo soliti pensare: E se fosse mio?, e cosí facendo avvertiamo la privazione. Viceversa, nel caso di ciò che possediamo dovremmo pensare spesso: E se lo perdessi?.

The ordinary man places his life's happiness in things external to him, in property, rank, wife and children, friends, society, and the like, so that when he loses them or finds them disappointing, the foundation of his happiness is destroyed. In other words, his center of gravity is not in himself; it is constantly changing its place, with every wish and whim.

Si poseyera aquello que me falta, sería incapaz de disfrutarlo y me resultaría un estorbo

Bir ÅŸeyi tutup ona sahip olmak istediÄŸimizde hayattaki say?s?z baÅŸka ÅŸeyden feragat ederek bunlar?n sa??ndan solundan geçip gitmek zorunda kal?r?z

The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains.

Addiction has its own mnemonics- skin, smell, the length of the loved one's fingers. In Tilo's case it was the slant of her eyes, the shape of her mouth, the almost invisible scar that slightly altered the symmetry of her lips and made her look defiant even when she did not mean to, the way her nostrils flared, announcing the displeasure even before hr eyes did.

Ja vi?š tai pieskarsies, vi?š nevar?s ar to run?t, ja vi?š to m?l?s, vi?š nevar?s aiziet, ja vi?š run?s, vi?š nevar?s klaus?ties, ja vi?š c?n?sies, vi?š nevar?s uzvar?t.

If anything, she possessed him in death in a way that she never had while he was alive. At least her memory of him was hers. Wholly hers. Savagely, fiercely, hers.

Addiction has its own mnemonics – skin, smell, the length of the loved one's fingers.

Naga married Tilo because he was never really able to reach her. And because he couldn't reach her he couldn't let her go.

The moth on Rahel's heart lifted a downy leg. Then put it back. Its little leg was cold. A little less her mother loved her.

You loved people and you came to depend on their being there. but people died or changed or went away and it hurt too much. The only way to avoid that poin was not to love anyone, and not to let anyone get too close or too important. The secret of not being hurt like this again, I decided, was never depending on anyone, never needing, never loving. It is the last dream of children, to be forever untouched.