Quotes About Attachment

Do not mistake desire for love. Desire leaves home in a frantic search for one gratification after another. Love is at home with itself.

I told myself a while back, 'Love what you do, but don't fall in love with what you do.' That way you won't be brokenhearted if ever it gets canceled five episodes in - which has happened to me.

Falling in love is not a choice. To stay in love is. We fall in love with someone for a reason. That reason is either temporary or permanent.

The return makes one love the farewell.

One cannot fall in love, really; one has to be in love.

To good and true love, fear is forever affixed.

It is very hard to be in love with someone who no longer loves you, but it is far worse to be loved by someone with whom you are no longer in love.

Perhaps we always want the person we love, to have the existence of a ghost.

Unless, of course, you insist on identifying yourself with the people and things you love; and thereby seriously disturb yourself.

There's a part of me that will always believe that Angel is Buffy's true love. That there will be a piece of her heart that will always be with him for the rest of her life.

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours. If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with.

You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love

As we have explained, in first love the soul is taken long before the body; later the body is taken long before the soul; sometimes the soul is not taken at all.

If you are not sensitive to rejection, doesn't that also mean you're indifferent to love?

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.

The first person you fell in love with stole your heart. The first person you made love with stole your soul. And if these were one and the same, you were doomed.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything

I don't know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.

In most cases, worldly love ends in hatred and deep sorrow.

Oh, please don't go — we'll eat you up — we love you so!

To love is to lose control.

Hold tenderly that which you cherish, for it is precious and a tight grip may crush it. Do not let the fear of dropping it cause you to hold it too tightly: the chances are, it's holding you, too.