Quotes About Attachment

Mary is an apple. Whoever plucks her Nails his heart To the leafless tree.

People who are attached to each other develop a social dependence on each other that's based in a physical dependence on brain opiates.

Stella: And when he comes back I cry on his lap like a baby.. [she smiles to herself] Blanche: I guess that is what is meant by being in love..

As for me, no one will ever love me. But you could get used to me, couldn't you, Jimmy?

Forse era quella la definizione di amore. Quando volevi una persona, ne avevi bisogno, l'adoravi, anche nei momenti di collera, quando saresti stato disposto a legarla al letto per impedirle di uscire a combinare altri guai.

Angus felt himself filled with an age-old male terror -as if somehow his body knew what his mind refused to consider- that she might be The One, that somehow, no matter how hard he fought, she'd be pestering him for all eternity. And worse, that if she ever took it upon herself to stop pestering him, he might have to track her down and chain her to his side until she started up again.

He tells them he and his wife are keeping the baby, because it's the last link to their little girl or some cowpuckie like that.

he were a young man, he might believe he would never forget her skin, or her smile, or the strength of her. But he had learned that the mind didn't always hold on to what the heart demanded. Remember, he told his hands. Remember this.

Se supone que solo te quedarías con nosotros por tu propio bien, por razones egoístas. Me dijiste que tenías una. -Y la tengo. -¿Y cuál es? -Tú eres mi razón egoísta.

If home isn't a place, what is it?' 'A feeling.

How long, I wondered, did we need to cling to the things that belonged to our lost loved ones? Were "things" what really mattered? It was just stuff.

How long, I wondered, did we need to cling to the things that belonged to our lost loved ones? Were "things" what really mattered? It was just stuff. The value, I supposed, was that it helped me to remember details. But there was nothing concrete about a memory. Memories—and love—exist in our hearts and minds and souls. That love travels with us wherever we go.

She was backing away from him now. Don't go, was his first panicked thought. Followed by: Hurry up.

Most of all I'm mad at Swanee for dying and taking from me the most precious thing I ever owned. I didn't own her, but she was mine. Mine, Liana. Do you hear me?

Your trying to take them away from me, and I can't let you do that.I'm not ready to let go." "Exactly what am I taking away?" "My family." "Brenna..." She wouldn't let him continue. "You are trying to take them away, aren't you? And if you succeed, what will I have left?" "Me.

A very wise dog woman once told me that dogs find owners, not the other way around. They pick you and they choose to stay with you. In that way, they are also giving you the end of their life. The deeper the bond, the harder it is to say good-bye. I know I'd rather have any amount of time with a dog I love and suffer the mourning than not have the time at all.

I never sexually 'let down' much with people—male or female. Perhaps because to me, as an only and over-loved child, I associated caresses with the threat of possession. And my yearning for love with vulnerability.

You risked much, to give your love to such a one. I stared at him. Love? Did you not know, until now, when you must say goodbye?

wanting to replace him, but not wanting to because of his love for him. It would also have involved an identification with what Freud imagined it would be like to face death.

however hard you try to dissolve patriotism with the other ingredients of an emotional stew, it always floats to the top, just like grease finding its way to the surface of a meat broth.

qué otra cosa es el amor sino reincidencia

Piensa en ésto, cuando te regalan un reloj te regalan algo que es tuyo pero que no es tu cuerpo, que hay que atar a tu cuerpo con su correa como un bracito desesperado colgándose de tu muñeca. Te regalan la necesidad de darle cuerda todos los días, te regalan el miedo de perderlo, de que te lo roben, de que se te caiga al suelo y se rompa. Te regalan la tendencia a comparar un reloj con los demás relojes... no te regalan un reloj, tú eres el regalado.

vienen como todo el resto, se pegan a la vida por un momento y después hay como una ansiedad rencorosa, huecos volcándose para mostrar jirones que se enganchan en cualquier otra cosa...

I'm going to think only about you, it's the only way I'm conscious of myself...