Quotes About Attachment

This is the place for me where every single dream I ever had came to fruition and I love it dearly. I love ya, New York.

... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?

The most difficult part for me is feeling connected to the people that I love but always being on the go to different places.

My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you.

I had things with numbers - because I love numbers - but it's not something I'm proud of. I'm proud that I was able to send them away, because you're much more present.

I'm not trying to be noble. I'm afraid. And the idea of having more love than I've ever had-- and knowing I might never have it again-- that scares me worse than anything.

I was in love many times. This is very good for a woman.

My love for the band is still there. It hasn't changed, maybe that's why it's so painful these days.

Because of your love I have broken with my past

I have said before, and I shall say again, that I write this book for love of your love.

The first reading of a Will, where a person dies worth anything considerable, generally affords a true test of the relations' love to the deceased.

Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?

Sometimes you can't choose what you love.

If self is a location, so is love.

Jealousy is not contemptible, real love has a beak and claws.

If you love somebody, set them free.

I love this country, but the union jack leaves me cold.

I would love to love something, especially if I could do it without feeling like I was watching it die right in front of me.

To know life, one must love many things.

Unless i'm reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test, i'm thinking about you.

A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.

But one always returns to one's first loves.

And because love, real love, is not so easily shed.