Quotes About Attachment

We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of—but we never love again.

Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?

Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.

I can't move back to England. My home is in France now. I'd love to but I can't. My family's all there now.

The more I suffer, the more I love.

But you love her." Will stared at him. "Of course I do," he said finally. "I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.

I think I finally fell in love with NY.. I miss it already !

In the end, I'd loved him enough to let go. From afar, I would love him forever.

Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you.

Wilbur didn't want food, he wanted love.

To the ego, loving and wanting are the same, whereas true love has no wanting in it, no desire to possess or for your partner to change.

Proust has pointed out that the predisposition to love creates its own objects; is this not also true of fear?

Love is seldom—almost never—an even proposition. Someone always loves more.

Erotic love begins with separateness, and ends in oneness. Motherly love begins with oneness, and leads to separateness.

Love is a worn-out word. People love their cat, they love their house. I've never been in love with anyone but myself.

I miss you when you're not there. When you're happy, it makes me happy. But I could say the same thing about Charlie, Jacob. You're family. I love you, but I'm not in love with you.

Had we not loved ourselves at all, we could never have been obliged to love anything. So that self-love is the basis of all love.

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.

My only wickedness is that I love you; my only goodness, the same.

No one actually needs another person or another person's love to survive. Love is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do.

Being interested in a woman is quite another matter from being in love with one.

The mind can't explain it, and you can't make it go away. It's called love.

It was our love of foreign cloth that ousted the wheel from its position of dignity.