Quotes About Attachment

He supposed that was the problem. That he'd gotten over loving Katie, but he'd never recovered from losing their friendship.

Eres un hombre, lamento decírtelo. Y es una pena que no haya ningún anciano de mal aliento, porque sería mejor que tener que casarme contigo. No puedo creer cómo he sido tan estúpida de llegar a tomarte cariño. Pero puedes estar seguro de que no volveré a cometer el mismo error. En cuanto encuentre la forma de dejar de quererte, te aseguro que voy a hacerlo.

In any relationship, the person who cares the least is the one with the most power.

Collecting expresses a free-floating desire that attaches and re-attaches itself—it is a succession of desires. The true collector is in the grip not of what is collected but of collecting.

My loyalty to the past—my most dangerous trait, the one that has cost me most.

I remember expressing amazement (+ feeling superior) when Harriet said once in Paris that she didn`t know whether or not she had been in love with someone. I couldn`t understand what she was talking about. I said that had never happened to me. Of course not. Since for me being in love is deciding: I`m in love + sticking to it, I`m always well informed. -Reborn

I have such strong tendencies to abandon myself to someone with whom I'm in love—to want to give up everything, to be possessed totally as well as to possess totally.

The lover's photograph hidden in a married woman's wallet, the poster photograph of a rock star tacked up over an adolescent's bed, the campaign-button image of a politician's face pinned on a voter's coat, the snapshots of a cabdriver's children clipped to the visor--all such talismanic uses of photographs express a feeling both sentimental and implicitly magical: they are attempts to contact or lay claim to another reality.

Poor fool, ruining his life for a piece of cloth smeared with mineral paste, for a fake, I had to tell myself, a mere curiosity.

It's well known by psychologists and anyone with a beating heart that the pain of losing something you're told is already yours is far greater than the pain of not getting something you wish for in the abstract.

Sometimes the true value of the piece is how much a person loves it.

But it's the nature—no, the duty—of a child to grow up and leave you. Doesn't seem fair, does it? The person you love most in the world is destined to leave you and break your heart.

The Sunrose Building is part of my blood and bone. It is a repository of treasures seen and unseen. I need to stay in order to keep my mind from wandering away. It is the only way to keep the world intact.

Make me a part of this place. Make me a part of Caitlin. Please, God, I love her so.

Maybe the lesson to be learned here was that the price of letting someone into her heart was the pain of letting go. Or maybe the even harder work of holding on, no matter what the risk.

Yet I had become very attached to George Roc. I liked him, not for the joy of playing with him, not for some talent that made him stand out from the rest, not even for his kindness: above all, I liked him because he was always sad and because the things he told me caused me a degree of pain.....George Roc was the first being that I'd met who saw and felt himself unhappy.

A romantic refuses to see the changes in people he loves, or in cities which hold amorous memories for him.

You're crazy about me, Elliot ..." "You know how I know, Elliot?" ... "I know how you feel because I feel the same way.

The only thing I'm sure of is wherever you are is where I belong.

How the hell could you be homesick for a place that had never been home?

Odd to think of myself that way, small and blind and tethered to her. In that time before memory, everything I touched was hers. I heard her voice from the inside, with no idea that she was a separate person. Back then, she had simply been the world.

You have a person around for years, maybe you get fond of them even if they aren't really anything to you, and that struck me as huge and important in some way I couldn't get a good hold on.

Others just liked having their useless shit around in the place where they spent most of their time.

I'm always saying a mother never loses her peach pit instinct. Even with a grown son, you have to stop yourself from sticking out your hand when your child finishes a piece of fruit.