Quotes About Attachment

She herself had told him that you can never hold onto anything. The harder you try, the more precious things slip through your fingers. The secret to life, she had said, was to find the little things, the unimportant ones that would nonetheless always remind you of the precious things they accompanied—and hold onto them. Like the fine furniture her husband had carved for her, seemingly centuries ago.

One day beside some flowers near his noseHe will be thinking, When will I look at it?And pain, still in the middle distance, will replyAt what? and he will know it's gone,O where! and begin to tremble and cry.He will begin to cry as a child criesWhose puppy is mangled under a screaming wheel.

Just because someone came back for you is no reason to be with them. Just because someone loves you is no reason to love them back.

My grandpa calls that the boom. He says it's different from love or lust; it's deeper. it's a feeling that hits you hard when you have a real connection with someone.

I meant just because someone came back for you is no reason to be with them; just because someone loves you is no reason to love them back.

I don't like the word infatuated. It sounds like something bad, like 'inflicted' or 'incurable,' not to speak of 'inefficient' or 'indulgent.' As if you want to love someone but it goes wrong and you get infatuated instead.

They said love made you strong, but in Louise's opinion it made you weak. It corkscrewed into your heart and you couldn't get it out again, not without ripping your heart to pieces.

I needed another sibling the way I needed a sixth toe. Or a twelfth toe. You know, an extra one on each foot. Never mind.

It is as if Quincey has replaced the sun in my universe and it is around him that I spin.

This is the danger of loving: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how many kingdoms you rule, you cannot stop those you love from dying.

Don't say I didn't warn you. One of these days you're going to take in a stray that'll really break your heart." ~Ed

It had no means of surviving but the thread that bound it to home.

You Can't Lose Something You Never Had

Ghost stories are how we forgive houses for daring to outlive us.

I love coming back to Neath - this is home and always will be.

I really see myself as a homegirl. Wales is my first home. London is my second home - I've been there 14 years now.

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life.

Sometimes a man is intensely, even passionately, attached to suffering — that is a fact.

Like first love, the heart of Russia will not forget you.

It is very difficult also to sacrifice one's suffering. A man will renounce any pleasures you like but he will not give up his suffering.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

It was either Voltaire or Charlie Sheen who said, 'We are born alone. We live alone. We die alone. And anything in between that can give us the illusion that we're not, we cling to.'

Los rostros que yo amo, los míos, quedaron atrás, y mi alma los teje, los borda encima del mar

Perché ella voleva partire? Perché ella voleva spezzare l'incanto? I loro destini ormai non erano legati per sempre? Egli aveva bisogno di lei per vivere, degli occhi, della voce, del pensiero di lei... egli era tutto penetrato da quell'amore, aveva tutto il sangue alterato come da un veleno, senza rimedio. Perché ella voleva fuggire? Egli si sarebbe avviticchiato a lei, l'avrebbe prima soffocata sul suo petto. No, non poteva essere... Mai! Mai!