Quotes About Attachment

If I had a girl I'd love to see her in my clothes. It's real romantic.

Excess of love, did ye say? There was no excess, there was defect. She loved her son too little, not too much. If she had loved him more there'd be no difficulty.

I grew up in New York, I love New York.

There is no cure for fictional character love, but the plus side is that it is an entirely benign disease with no bad side effects.

Do not make the mistake of believing that he does not love you because he plays at not caring.

To love something is to destroy it forever.

If I love a song, I make it mine.

You have no idea what it is to have anybody wonderful fond of you, unless you have been got down and rolled upon by the lonely feelings that I have mentioned as having once got the better of me.

I thought of the pillowcases as a symbol of love and loss, of retaining the memory of your loved one.

People tend to personalize technology so they can't get to the systemic analysis. They say, "Oh, I can't give up my personal computer." Or, "I just love radio too much."

Because the way love works in general, you don't need everybody to like you somewhat - you need one person to like you a lot.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

Everybody is vulnerable through love of their children. Hostages to fortune.

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me.

Falling in love with a story is like falling in love with a person. It tends to occupy your life, your thoughts. You can't do anything else for a long time.

I allow myself to get firmly sucked in. I love that! I come from that.

...that's not why we broke up. I love it, I miss it, I hate to give it back to you, this complicated thing, it's why we stayed together

Love hath so long possessed me for his own And made his lordship so familiar.

I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

I'm the worst at favourites! I don't have one - I love all my children, I love them all equally.

Ah, love. A dreadful bond! And yet, so easily severed.