Quotes About Attachment

Attachment guarantees that you will wake up every morning with a mission: to prove you are who you think you are—today. But it's a total energy drain. you're so busy performing a role that you miss out on the freedom to improvise, to be real rather than rehearsed.

Tandis qu'eux, ils y attachaient leur regard, ils suivaient l'argent une fois donné, par la pensée, ils continuaient par mille chemins à y tenir encore, comme à une chose d'eux-mêmes, arrachée, perdue.

To Marx, it seemed foolish not to love as many things as you could.

It was never worth worrying about someone you didn't love. And it wasn't love if you didn't worry.

Maya, we are what we love. We are that we love.

Friendship," Marx said, "is kind of like having a Tamagotchi.

In my humble opinion, love is when a person believes that he, she or it can't live without some other he, she or it...I said believes. No one actually needs another person or another person's live to survive. Love, Lizzie, is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do.

It's when you don't need something that you tend to lose it.

That Woman is in love with her own grief.

Sammy, we were together. You must know that. When I'm honest with myself, the most important parts of me were yours.

if you were older you might agree with me. you might say that real love steals nothing. you might say that real love leaves a person intact. you would be wrong, jane. love is a greedy toddler who knows only the word 'mine.

What does love even mean when you can find it with so many people and things?

I missed her like a reflex, even though I knew that it was just some trick of my undependable brain. Some stupid, vestigial part. The way humans have appendixes, even though they're pointless and mainly just a pain in the butt and people never even think about them unless they have to have them removed.

The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.

Win walked over to me. He held out his palm. In the middle of it was a single black sequin from the dress Scarlet had lent me. "You lost this," he said. I giggled, slightly embarrassed to be leaving bits of myself behind. "I'm shedding.

Fuck you. I like you. I'm used to you. You are the one, you asshole. I can't meet someone new.

You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.

Tamagotchis, the digital pet keychains, were everywhere that year. Marx had recently killed one that he had received as a holiday gift from a girlfriend. The girlfriend had taken it to be a sign of deeper flaws in Marx's character.

I think they're in love." Sam sniffed, as if the idea of it, love, was ridiculous. "You disapprove, I take it?" "Marx is always in love. He's an emotional harlot. What does love even mean when you can find it with so many people and things?" "Marx is great," Sadie said. "I think he's lucky.

When you have children, you'll never be able to worry about a friend as much again

When you have children, you'll never be able to worry about a friend as much again," Dov said. "I'm tired," Sadie said. "I should go." Sadie hung up the phone. She pulled Sam's blanket over her head, and then she went to sleep.

In the end, she decided, with some amount of disappointment, that none of them were involved romantically.

Friendship", Marx said, "is kind of like having a Tamagotchi.

I don't mind," Sam said. "I think you love pizza more than I do anyway." "When I was a kid." Sadie made a face at him. "You sure you don't mind?" "I mean, I mind