Quotes About Attachment

As hard as it was to hold on to things, it was even harder to let them go.

around for your entire adult life, then set it the fuck down, because it doesn't belong to you. It belongs to him.

It was odd how you could love something so much, but forget about it when it wasn't right under your nose.

In that moment, Emily had desperately wanted her baby to be all right. Not out of duty. A child wasn't only a responsibility. It was an opportunity to love someone the way that she had never been loved. And for the first time in this whole shameful, humiliating, helpless process, Emily Vaughn knew without a doubt that she loved this baby.

I want you to know what it's like to fall in love with somebody, to stay awake at night thinking you're going to die if you don't have them. All he could say was, I've stayed awake plenty of nights thinking about you. Worrying about me, she corrected. I'm not an old pair of shoes you can wear for the rest of your life just because they're comfortable.

If you love without evoking love in return—that is, if your loving as loving does not produce reciprocal love; if through a living expression of yourself as a loving person you do not make yourself a loved person, then your love is impotent— a misfortune.

Whether it's a relationship or a toaster that's broken, they just replace it. You're bound to fall out and have arguments and you should work at getting the relationship back together, but nobody wants to any more.

The belief in an independently existent self is a mistaken perception with serious consequences, for all afflictions are rooted in a fundamental misconception about the nature of the self. Grasping at the mistaken perceptions of oneself and other phenomena leads to constant frustrations, anxieties, and unhappiness. Understanding the illusory nature of the self allows one to experience things 'as they are,' without interference from conceptual constructs.

The illusory self, which exists conventionally and dependently, on the basis of its component parts, simply ceases to exist when those parts are rent asunder.

Juliet felt slighted yet relieved. It was curious how you could hold two quite opposing feelings at the same time, an unsettling emotional discord. She felt an odd pang at the sight of him. She had been fond of him. She had been his girl. Reader, I didn't marry him, she thought.

She was tremendously fond of Ralph. Not hounded by love the way some women were. With Crighton she had been teased endlessly by the idea of it, but with Ralph it was more straightforward. Again not love, more like the feelings you would have for a favorite dog (and, no, she would never have said such a thing to him. Some people, a lot of people, didn't understand how attached one could be to a dog.)

but how could you spoil a child—by neglect, yes, but not by love. You had to give them all the love you could, even though giving that much love could cause you pain and anguish and horror and, in the end, love could destroy you.

Some men tend to cling to old intellectual excitements, just as some belles, when they are old ladies, still cling to the fashions and coiffures of their exciting youth.

A man can deceive a woman by his sham attachment to her provided he does not have a real attachment elsewhere.

I also said, men are like curling irons, they never get out of your hair. And they are like government bonds, they take so long to mature.

it just breaks / a man's heart, watching / a girl so involved with her life, / without him like that.

We writers have this saying 'Kill your darlings'... but I suppose you family men don't agree with it.

Men are never attached to you by favours.

That is suitable to a man, in point of ornamental expense, not which he can afford to have, but which he can afford to lose.

A man's life is an appendix to his heart.

As soon as extreme attachment comes, a man loses himself, he is no more master of himself, he is a slave.

A man is hindered and distracted in proportion as he draws outward things to himself.

But separate a man from his car - that's inhuman.

That man does not possess his estate, but his estate possesses him.