Quotes About Attachment

It seemed to me that there were an awful lot of things she had loved about this man with whom she was not in love.

When you find the one that you think fits, then grab on for dear life.

everybody had somebody out there in the world who could pierce their heart like a bullet. Not everybody had the good fortune of meeting that person, and not everybody could hold on to that person if they did meet.

I think, young man, that you only run into a person that is a perfect fit once in your life. When you find the one that you think fits, then grab on for dear life.

Venture too far for love, she tells herself, and you renounce citizenship in the country you've made for yourself. You end up just sailing from port to port.

He hadn't remotely imagined that one morning he'd check his text messages and find love to have been lost, with approximately the degree of remorse one would feel over the loss of a pair of sunglasses.

Barrett strokes one of the chair's slick, bile-green arms. You can get attached to just about anything, can't you? he says.

Perhaps the home I am homesick for is still there, after all.

quia multum amavit.

people express their fondness for a thing by thinking up lots of different ways to say it.

For most people, the happiness involved in receiving a desirable object is smaller than the unhappiness involved in losing the same object.

The Irish people and their country are like lovers whose passion is heightened by their suspicion that they will probably wind up leaving each other.

It is so beautiful but home is home, and home is best.

One does not part willingly with early loyalties or early traditions, and indeed the rolling years do but confirm them.

I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.

As if this collection of things is what she is. So we fall in love with ghosts.

Il y a toujours une histoire, une histoire qui attend. Qui existe à peine. À laquelle on ne s'attache que peu à peu et qu'on nourrit. On découvre la carapace qui contiendra notre personnage et le mettra à l'épreuve. On trouve alors le chemin que sera sa vie. (p.179)

Blood a necklace on me all my life.

During our evenings in borrowed buildings, she would wake suddenly from a deep sleep, see me watching her, and release a guilty and delicious smile. I suppose that was the moment I felt I belonged most to her.

What do you hate most? he asks. -A lie. And you? -Ownership, he says. When you leave me, forget me.

He has come across a love story. This is only a love story. He does not wish for plot and all its consequences. Let me stay in this field with Alice Gull...

Senorita was fun to sing, but I don't really have a favorite. When you write a bunch of songs, they're like your babies. You don't pick favorites.

I'm single because I move about so much that I can't really get attached.

My mother kept every single thing that she ever got in her life.