Quotes About Attachment

I went to the bronze boy whom I love, partly because no one really cares for him

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

There is something demoralising about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in that room

What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love?

It was a long time ago. It doesn't matter anymore. And yet I cannot let it go. I cannot let it go.

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were part of me. They were my landscape.

Living with her was like living with my own coffin: Yet I still depended on her, though I did it regretfully.

Why speak of love? We were used to each other.

There are three conditions which often look alike Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference, ... .

This is the use of memory: For liberation—not less of love but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the future as well as the past. Thus, love of a country Begins as attachment to our own field of action

There are three conditions which often look alike Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference Which resembles the others as death resembles life, Being between two lives - unflowering, between The live and the dead nettle.

Not such a compliment: she only wanted To have a tame daughter-in-law with very little money, A housekeeper-companion for her and Harry. Even when he married, she still held on to me

Take my word for it, Calley. You have to be careful what you love because love has to be paid for.

If there was one thing from which people never recovered, it was childhood. If there was one tie that could never truly be broken, for good or for ill, it was to family.

I have been clinging to a corpse, thinking I should lose it. Now it seems I am condemned not to. How ungrateful.

With one she loved she would be fire and flower and flood. But with any other, worthless, cold, and useless.

Where is my poppy, my catling? Where is my young lady?

She did not know quite yet how she had come to rely, to feed upon this anger, her only appetite.

You stole my heart, Regan,he told her. And I don't particularly want it back.

Make sure your soul is attached at all times - this town will steal it in a second, given the chance.

You will only see who you are and thus be who you are as you surrender your attachment to all other identities

Our bodies, our relationships, our lives. We're terrified of losing those things because we think they make us who we are. Fear of loss keeps it all in place. Dying means letting go of all of it, our entire life in the world, to know ourselves beyond the images and relationships apparent in this world.

The only way to know yourself in and as the light is to let go of all your attachments to who you think you are in this world. You know the sayings: hate your entire life, deny yourself, take up the cross. All these mean the same thing. Let go of the meaning you give life in all your judgments of value based on the knowledge of good and evil. You've heard this?" "Jesus said those things," I said, knowing the verses well.

Humans, both personally and collectively, slaved away to possess various treasures and then spent their lives protecting them in the belief that what they had worked so hard to possess would make them whole.