Quotes About Attachment

I wake up the next morning to find Indigo on the bed with me, her head resting on my hip. "Why didn't you stay on the floor?" I ask. "I'm not used to sleeping on my own," she says. "Do the scratchy thing.

and then something woke in me. It wasn't just -- appetite. It was more permanent than that. I wanted to possess her, not for a moment but forever; wanted her to be -- as the word goes -- mine.

People sometimes thought him heartless because he was more often interested in others than attached to them.

Separation from her two-year-old son would leave a permanent scar. Ursula defended that bleak decision for the rest of her life. But she never quite forgave herself.

I mean we desperately wanted to be in love with something or other. We were lonely people. It seemed more sensible to fall in love with another person who also wanted to fall in love, than to love a chair or a cat or an idea.

It is not death that human beings are most afraid of, it is love.

How many boys like him were out there in the ether, holding on to their big brothers and sisters who were still alive? How many husbands were floating between life and death, clinging to their wives in this world? And how may millions and millions of people were there in the world like Charlie who wouldn't let go of their loved ones when they're gone?

And I was even beginning to think home might be with you

pues le pertenecía como una petaca, un mueble o una prenda de ropa, sin que nadie se la pudiera disputar; ¡y ella parecía tan resignada a ser petaca, y siempre petaca!

It is true that love is a feeling one places, whenever one feels the need of placing it, on the first object that happens along

Mais tu crois que c'est quoi, une famille ! Sinon des gens dont on ne se remet pas ?

I am not patriotic or nationalistic, but the French language is like a country where I take refuge when I have nowhere else to go. It consoles me for everything. For me, the language no longer belongs to the colonialists.

I have a little Honda Del Sol that I just refuse to get rid of.

I ruefully admit that if the cat is asleep in my chair - which she regards as hers, of course - I tend to leave her there and take the other one.

I'm from the South, so while I personally find it impossible to live there, I still have a fondness for it as a geographical region.

Do we settle on a regional team because we can go to its ballpark and see its games on television? Or do we choose a team as our favorite because it has an especially appealing player, a Barry Bonds or an Ichiro?

When I like something, I wear it into the ground, then really regret it.

When you're a regular on your show, that's your family. When people come in and out, it doesn't mean that you don't embrace them, but they have to leave.

I've never rejected the world I came from. To be rejected by it is horrible.

What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air - you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all consuming - a physical pain.

It is only when we no longer compulsively need someone that we can have a real relationship with them.

I was in love with the idea of love, so I created elaborate fictions for my relationships - fictions that allowed me to believe that what any given paramour and I shared looked a lot like love.

I also have intense relationships with furniture... probably because we practically had none when I was growing up.

And the relationships that happen become so intense, deep, involved and complex and really hard to say goodbye to. The hardest part of the show is saying goodbye when it's all done. It really breaks you.