Quotes About Attachment

If we didn't love things, then we couldn't feel their loss. The flip side of loving is losing. I mean, you can't experience one without the other.

But what I did know was that I loved a girl. And I knew I loved her in a way I'd never, ever recover from. I knew I loved her to the very core of myself. And I knew she loved me back.

I didn't want to feel such love for someone else. I still wanted to be the object of that tidal wave.

Elegimos aquellos que nos gusta, con los que amamos, no tenemos voz en el asunto.

I can't imagine loving somebody more than I love Wyatt [my son]. I can't. I just don't know how that's possible.

You get used to falling in love with people and having to let them go.

She had a bottomless well of love for me.

I have never loved anyone for love's sake except, perhaps, Josephine - a little.

She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave

You know how is it when you love someone? And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer Show part is that you never stop loving someone. There's always a piece of them in your heart.

I'm free to give my love, but you're not the one I'm thinking of.

There's never been anything I didn't love that I didn't connect with on a personal level because to some degree, I projected upon it.

Concern might be a little like love.

I know," answered Yard Ape, "but we just keep him for a pet.

She did not want her father's hair to grow thin or her mother's hair to grow gray. She wanted her parents to stay exactly as they were forever and ever.

Maybe when things start to change, you want to hold on to something familiar.

Many neglected and abused children grow up to be adults who are afraid to take risks of striking out on their own. Many will remain dependent on their abusive parents and unable to separate from them. Others leave their abusive parents only to attach themselves to a partner who is controlling.

Originally, the cellar served primarily as a coal store. Today it holds the boiler, idle suitcases, out-of-season sporting equipment, and many sealed cardboard boxes that are almost never opened but are always carefully transferred from house to house with every move in the belief that one day someone might want some baby clothes that have been kept in a box for twenty-five years.

Can we "belong anywhere?" Should we try?

Mom just loved people. Part of this might have come from never wanting to be alone, where she could only brood over Pop. Part of it must have come from her fears for me. She knew she wouldn't be around for very long to take care of me. There was damn little she could do to protect me after she was gone. All she had was me. All I had was her.

I see the terrifying spaces of the universe that enclose me, and I find myself attached to a corner of this vast expanse, without knowing why I am more in this place than in another, nor why this little time that is given me to live is assigned me at this point more than another out of all the eternity that has preceded me and out of all that will follow me.

L'esprit croit naturellement, et la volonté aime naturellement; de sorte que, faute de vrais objets, il faut qu'ils s'attachent aux faux.

The charm of fame is so great, that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

It is natural for the mind to believe, and for the will to love; [47] so that, for want of true objects, they must attach themselves to false.