Quotes About Attachment

Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about.

It's like having a pet dog for a long time. You get attached to it, and when it dies you miss it.

He tries to peel the image from the sticky yellow backing, to show her the next time he sees her, but it clings stubbornly, refusing to detach cleanly from the past.

Only when your hearts are empty of the things of the mind, is there love. Then you will know what it is to love without separation, without distance, without time, without fear.

The mind's nature is worldly. If someone comes late, the mind will say 'Why did you come at this wrong time?' And this will create [bondage with] an iron shackle.

Only fools listen to their hearts. Only fools get attached. We wanderers get in and get out just in time.

If I'm not around I hope you'll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

If I believe in the wish, I must believe I can lose it.

I'm not a big pet fan. I remember the school used to have a hamster, and you used to take it home for a week at a time. I did that. I probably got bored of it within a day.

People tend to cherish and take care of the things they pay for and therefore own, countries included. The opposite is also true. When was the last time you changed the oil in a rental car?

If you love something, set it free.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

I always had the fear of being separated and abandoned. The sewing is my attempt to keep things together and make things whole.

Baby-carrying means your hearts are close together. It's a very intense and beautiful way to bond with your baby, very intimate. It's also easier than a stroller.

I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.

When you're together with someone for some time, you will automatically depend on them as if they were a crutch. And then it ends.

Some strangers become more important to you than family, maybe because you're not expected to love them. You can leave them whenever you want to. They can, too. Every moment together is a choice.

Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.

The trouble was that one's mind did not work quite rationally when one was being kissed by the only man one had ever loved, and the man one had loved so totally that no one had ever been able to take his place.

He must not know that this separation would be more painful to her than it would be to him.

She wanted this to happen, had wanted it from that first moment of meeting him on the laneway home a couple of weeks before. She wanted him. She loved him. He was Christopher, and she did not care about anything else. She did not care.

A friendship that was agony to continue but that would be a living death to lose.

She did love him. She always had, even when she had hated him most.