Quotes About Attachment

Love is a gift; love is also a chain with a manacle at each end.

What you love, you must love all the harder because someday it will be gone.

We don't own things. Things own us.

He could not say goodbye to these three rooms as he could to a house he had loved: hotel rooms accepted departures emotionlessly.

The thought that grieving for a fictional character was absurd did more than cross his mind during his tossings and turnings. For grieving was exactly what he was doing, of course.

If your grip on coins of life is not strong enough than they will gradually slip away from your hands, for surely one day you will find that your hands are empty

He had accessorized his life with everything but paternal instinct.

Life in this village is like that of a louse hanging on to a wrinkle in a loincloth.

I'm like a stray cat. If you feed me, I don't leave.

Our memories and events in our lives are untidy things. We wish that we can file them away and shut the door, or wish the opposite - that they would stay forever.

Do not be so attached to life otherwise you will end up struggling for life. Choice is yours.

The crime of loving is forgetting.

Some may consider this a problem, I easily fall in love

When a girl cries over a guy,she really loves him.when a guy cries over a girl ,he will never love another girl like her.

We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

If you really love something, you have to know how to let go.

A lot of people say if you can't love yourself, then you can't love others. It's always different, but I definitely have loved a lot in my life.

I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I've lost.

O people who take pleasure in a life that will vanish, falling in love with a fading shadow is sheer stupidity

Love is an incredible thing but we don't know love like we should. Unconditional love we don't know it because if a person stops stimulating us, we stop loving them.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

I still love with all my heart anything that I have ever loved in my life.

My love is like a stone tied round my neck; it's dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can't live without it.

I can never unlove you. I'll just love you in a different way now.