Quotes About Attachment

The trouble is that I have grown accustomed to worrying about you.

She did not have the willpower to send him through that door, knowing that he might never come through it again, or through any of the doors into her life.

And you are all the home I will ever long for . . . Now and for the rest of my life even if I do not see you again after tonight.

There is a feeling of warmth and safety associated with her memory. I believe I spent the rest of my childhood missing her.

He was, he realized without any real surprise, quite irrevocably in love with her. Her joy was his; her pain was his. There was no point in further denial—not to himself at least.

Oh, she said. Well, that did not make any difference. I loved you regardless. And I loved you regardless, he said.

But she did not want to break away. This moment was the whole of life. Tomorrow he would be gone.

She loved him, Christina thought quite consciously. She was in love .

Henry wanted to hate him. She did hate him! But she could not stop herself from caring. She had grown to enjoy his companionship, to need his attention and approval. She had come to love him and want his caresses. She had given herself to him completely on that one night they had had together, and had believed that for him it had been as earth-shattering an experience as it had been for her.

But good-byes are hard to say . . . when a friendship is a very close one.

She wondered how long it would be before she could no longer remember clearly what he looked like. She turned her head to look at him now as if it were somehow important to remember, to memorize

And there was that other thing too—that thing that dominated his every waking moment and kept him from sleep at night and haunted his dreams when he did nod off. There was Allie.

She had always known deep down that she had never recovered fully from his defection. She had loved him for so long that he had become part of her very being.

She had not got over him at all, in fact, and she was disgusted with herself when forced to admit the truth.

Tomorrow she would have been free of him. She would have been on her way back to the life she had chosen for herself. And he had been unable to let her go.

When had he become the sun and moon to her, the very air she breathed? - The Proposal

When had he become the sun and moon to her, the very air she breathed?

I had enjoyed something that did not belong to me, you see. When it was taken away, I was disappointed but not harmed.

Sometimes I don't know anymore if it really is love. I have been carrying it for so long.

I loved them like you love your hand or your liver, without thinking about it or even being able to see it. But my music made that fleshly love feel dull and dumb, deep, slow, and heavy as stone. Come, said the music, to joy and speed and secret endlessness, where everything tumbles together and attachments are not made of sad flesh.

Never fall in love with anything that can't love you back.

And it is exceedingly short, his galloping life. Dogs die so soon. I have my stories of that grief, no doubt many of you do also. It is almost a failure of will, a failure of love, to let them grow old—or so it feels. We would do anything to keep them with us, and to keep them young. The one gift we cannot give.

And there you are on the shore, fitful and thoughtful, trying to attach them to an idea — some news of your own life. But the lilies are slippery and wild—they are devoid of meaning, they are simply doing, from the deepest spurs of their being, what they are impelled to do every summer. And so, dear sorrow, are you.

I had to go away for a few days so I called the kennel and made an appointment. I guess Bear overheard the conversation. "Love and company," said Bear, "are the adornments that change everything. I know they'll be nice to me, but I'll be sad, sad, sad." And pitifully he wrung his paws. I cancelled the trip.