Quotes About Attachment

The object of empathy is understanding. The object of sympathy is the other person's well-being." Whether based on empathy or not, animal succorance is the functional equivalent of human sympathy, expected only in species that know strong attachment. I am not speaking here of anonymous aggregations of fish or butterflies, but the individualized bonding, affection, and fellowship of many mammals and birds.

And then there was our Siamese cat, Sarah, who had been adopted as a kitten by our big tomcat, Diego, who would lick and clean her, let her knead his tummy as if she were nursing, and sleep with her. For about a decade they were best buddies, until Diego died of old age. Even though Sarah was younger and in perfect health, she stopped eating and died two months after Diego for no reason that the veterinarian could determine.

What would Buddha do to be happy? "Seek health, the greatest blessing; follow virtue. Listen to people; read good books and learn. Be truthful; break the chain of sad attachment. These six paths lead to the greatest good." Jatakas 84

The latter class [peasants] is always unaffected by the course of historic events. Like cats who are attached to a house and not to the people who dwell in it, the poorer type of peasant belongs less to the nation than to the soil. Therefore, however numerous they are, they never constitute a danger for a conqueror.

Et aujourd'hui, quand il revenait là-bas, dans sa montagne, il reprenait les mêmes chemins, à la nuit. Comme quoi c'est désespérant, l'être humain, ça s'attache à ce qu'il a de pire.

Somewhere on the way up I got attached to the guitar.

The love we give is often impetuous, beguiled by superficial things, and if those things alter, it could fade. Familiarity alone can be enough to exhaust our enthusiasm.

You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you.

Beauty attached to God is sacrament, cut off from God it becomes an idol.

Part of the Zen way is learning to enjoy the fact that you cannot possibly have all the things you desire. In the truest sense none of your desires, no matter what they are, can ever be fulfilled because nothing will ever be the way you imagine it to be.

According to Buddhist philosophy, nothing ever really belongs to you. Even so, you can still give stuff away.

Ones need for control is directly proportional for ones need for love.

Wayne's a little attached to that hat," Waxillium said. "He thinks it's lucky." Wayne: "It is lucky. I ain't never died while wearing that hat." Marasi frowned. "I ... I'm not sure I know how to respond." Wax: "That's a common reaction to Wayne.

AT first Raoden stayed away from the library, because it reminded him of her. Then he found himself drawn back to it—because it reminded him of her.

And yet, he was finding more and more that he didn't want to take his mind off her. Which was more potent? The pain of memory, or the pain of forgetting?

There was always an excuse for why Kaladin needed the spear again, wasn't there? This was what he'd been afraid of. This was what made him tremble. The worry that he would never be able to put it down.

You actually love him, don't you?" Marasi asked. "Well, love is a strong emotion, one that requires careful deliberation to—" "Steris." "Yes." She looked down at her notebook. "It's foolish, isn't it?" "Of course it is," Marasi said. "Love is always a foolish emotion. That's what makes it work.

Some grow very attached to a modern diversion known as the 'Crossword Puzzle.' We've had several come here looking for answers. We have their souls now.

Lately, she'd been having trouble picturing him. She could perfectly remember a picture of him, hanging above the mansion's hearth. But him? That wasn't so easy, though she loved him. That is not so odd an occurrence. A picture is an object, easy to define and contain, while a person is a soul—and is therefore neither of those things.

Perhaps you've owned something in your life to which you ascribed particular pleasure. A treasured toy, perhaps. Some photographs. The steel skull of your archnemesis. Now

She's right. What do I owe him? The answer came immediately. I love him.

Pero las expectativas eran como la porcelana fina. Cuanto más fuerte te agarrabas a ellas, más probable era que se rompiesen.

I was born in this country and I have never very much wanted to leave. I remember Pop's dead eyes looking at me. They were real dry, and that took something out of me. From Trilobites

The near enemy of love is attachment. Attachment masquerades as love. It says, "I will love this person (because I need something from them)." Or, "I'll love you if you'll love me back. I'll love you, but only if you will be the way I want." This isn't the fullness of love. Instead there is attachment—there is clinging and fear. True love allows, honors, and appreciates; attachment grasps, demands, needs, and aims to possess.