Quotes About Attachment

I love money, but will money ever love me in return?

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.

A love affair begins with a fantasy. For instance, that the beloved will always be there.

Have I ever been in love? Really in love? And why is it that with each new guy I think I'm more in love with him than the last?

The prisoner falls in love with his chains.

Exclusive love is a contradiction in itself.

You own what you own not by money or force, but by your love for it and your inner connection to it.

To feel that life is meaningless unless "I" can be permanent is like having fallen desperately in love with an inch.

The point about love, the essential point, was that we loved what we loved. We did not choose. We just loved.

For love reflects the thing beloved.

I never understood the theory, once popular among doctors, that blamed mental disorders on too little or too much mother love. My own mother was my darling.

whatever you love, that is your weakness

True love rules especially through memory.

Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops? If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?

You can't love a library of e-books. You can't furnish a room with e-books.

Loyalty was a funny thing. So was love. They both bit you when you least expected it.

Every love story is a potential grief story.

I do love New York. But I'm a Londoner at heart.

I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.

Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.

It's easier to identify with loss than love, because we have had so much more experience of it.

I think if I was not in love, I would probably let myself go faster. Love gives me the vanity to continue.

Love itself cannot be divorced from the suffering which comes from being separated from the object of love.

If you really ever love someone, that doesn't go away, although you wish it would.