Quotes About Attachment

And because love, real love, is not so easily shed.

Clinging to one's outward appearance interferes with living.

Cuestiones como «Amor al Pueblo» y la obligación social sólo tienen sentido si uno pierde algo cuando se desentiende de ellas... ¿Pero qué diablos tenía ella que perder?

Perhaps it would be better to say that, rather than losing their passion, they had frozen it by over-idealizing it.

As long as a human being worries about when he will die, and what he has that is his, all of his works are zero. When affection for the I-creature and what it owns is dead, then the work of the Teacher is over.

You have left Your Beloved and are thinking of others: and this is why your work is in vain.

Alles, was du liebst, geht sehr wahrscheinlich verloren, aber am Ende wird die Liebe auf andere Weise zurückkehren.

Wären wir Narben, dann wären unsere Erinnerungen die Fäden, die uns zusammenhalten. Du kannst sie nicht zerschneiden. Wenn du das tust, dann reißt es dich entzwei. Aber meine Erinnerungen tun so weh, sagte sie, Ich will vergessen. So vieles einfach vergessen. Wie soll das gehen? Alles, was dir im Leben geschehen ist, geschieht auch heute noch. Was einmal begonnen hat, endet nicht. Da oben in deinem Kopf, da endet es nie.

A love that is based on the goodness of those whom you love is a mercenary affair.

We are addicted to our egotism, our likes and dislikes and prejudices, and depend upon them for our own sense of identity.

As the Daoists pointed out, we often identify with our ideas so strongly that we feel personally assaulted if these are criticized or corrected.

One day I sold my table-glass, and then in the night thought better of it, so that in the morning I drove to Nairobi and asked the lady who had bought it to call off the deal. I had no place to put the glass, but the fingers and lips of many friends had touched it, they had given me excellent wine to drink out of it; it was keeping an echo of old table-talk, and I did not want to part with it. After all, I thought, it would be an easy thing to break.

It does not pay to be possessive of a man determined to remain free.

It's funny how many little things you get used to - attached to, even - and never realize until you travel abroad and those things are not available.

then tossed the coat into the water. "Hurst! That's a perfectly good coat!" "Yes, and I have a perfectly good life. One of those two things is not replaceable.

They never reminisced about the time they had to drive halfway back to Indianapolis because I'd left Dexter Poindexter, my terry-cloth penguin (threadbare, ravaged by love—as who amongst us is not)

She used to grip me so tightly that the only way I could put her down was to pry her loose, one digit at a time. For two years, I had bruises from her fingers and toes all over my body.

And that right there is the difference between me and my brother—I was always afraid of being made to leave and he was always leaving.

The territorialism and desire to possess things comes directly from the ego, which strives to own and control things. Your spirit already knows you own nothing. It is a matter of realizing that your happiness does not depend on your ownership of things. They help you in your journey but they are not the journey itself.

But here's the thing--no matter how many possessions you have, you never feel secure. As soon as you get one thing, there is always something else you need.

And the maximum number extracted. You know what your bosses say about attachment, littl'un. Don't get too attached to me.

she worried that Jedi raised other Jedi in a constant soulless cycle of detached, cold indifference

I can't—" Lena repeated. "I can't do it. I can't live without him." Sara gently pulled her hand away from Jared's. She smoothed down the sheet, tucked it in close around his side. She looked at Lena—really looked at her straight in the eye. "Good," Sara told her. "Now you know how it feels.

I loved him. I know you don't want to believe that, but I really, truly, giddy, heart-breaking, longing, achingly loved him.