Quotes About Attachment

Bagi para penulis, karya adalah belahan jiwa mereka. Atau dalam bahasa yang lebih sederhana, mereka menganggap karya mereka sudah seperti anak sendiri. Penulis mencintai karya yang dilahirkannya layaknya para orangtua di dunia yang mencintai anak-anak mereka.

Tapi tentu saja ada perbedaan antara 'menyayangi' dan 'membesarkan dengan baik'. Membesarkan dengan baik berarti memikirkan masa depannya dan memutuskan segala sesuatu yang terbaik untuknya. Namun aku tak bisa melakukan semua itu karena telanjur memperoleh sebuah objek tempat aku bisa menumpahkan seluruh rasa cintaku padanya. Uesugi

the horrific fact that our lives and those of the people we love are impermanent and exquisitely fragile, that any of us can cease to exist without warning, that loving anyone, anywhere, at any time, leaves you infinitely vulnerable at every single moment. (20)

It is a terrible and exquisitely human irony that children inadequately nurtured almost never give up on the breast. The thirst for love from a mother or father who cannot provide it is seemingly unquenchable. I have treated sixty- and seventy-year-old business executives, politicians, and physicians still desperate for approval from shriveled, emotionally barren men and women in their eighties and nineties. (257)

I'm always going to live in Texas. Texas is my home - it'll be my home forever.

Love is not who you can see yourself with. It is who you can't see yourself without..

It is easy to say that a fan can stay at home, or at home he can change a channel and watch something else. But it isn't as simple as that. A sports fan loves his sport. A fan in Toronto loves hockey, and if the Leafs are bad, he loses something he loves and has no way to replace the loss.

I was slowly learning that love did not mean holding on, which I had always thought, but rather letting go.

You are still in love with her. No. But I think I'm in love a little with the memory of her.

A thought is harmless unless we believe it. It's not our thoughts, but our attachment to our thoughts, that causes suffering. Attaching to a thought means believing that it's true, without inquiring. A belief is a thought that we've been attaching to, often for years.

We don't attach to people or to things; we attach to uninvestigated concepts that we believe to tbe true in the moment.

The reason why great men meet with so little pity or attachment in adversity, would seem to be this: the friends of a great man were made by his fortune, his enemies by himself, and revenge is a much more punctual paymaster than gratitude.

She didn't belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And that's why she liked him-- because he just thought she was crazy.

When people die,' she said softly, 'It doesn't necessarily mean you're ready to give them up.

If we're not loyal to the things we love, what's the point? That's like not having a memory. That's when we stop being human.

In the first case the object works like a magnet upon the tendencies of the subject; it determines the subject to a large extent and even alienates him from himself.

Practical experience teaches us as a general rule that a psychic activity can find a substitute only on the basis of equivalence. A pathological interest, for example, an intense attachment to a symptom, can be replaced only by an equally intense attachment to another interest. . .

When the neurotic complains that the world does not understand him, he is telling us in a word that he wants his mother.

Though it is a misfortune for a child to have no parents, it is equally dangerous for him to be too closely bound to his family. An excessively strong attachment to the parents is a severe handicap in his later adaptation to the world, for a growing human being is not destined to remain forever the child of his parents.

GRIEF IS SELFISH. It enshrouds us, clutches us to its desiccated breast like an anxious mother. It does not want us to leave, though we know we must if we are to survive. Only madness lies ahead for those who cannot escape it, for grief will consume those who have nothing else to live for.

having someone I could belong to was a lure I'd always both fought against and gravitated to. I did not like the idea of being owned,

Como seria tão bom se pudéssemos nos relacionar sem que nenhum dos dois esperasse absolutamente nada, mas infelizmente insistirás, infelizmente nós, a gente, as pessoas, têm, temos - emoções.

Stuff accumulates in people's lives, in part, because when faced with a specific act of elimination it's easy to worry, "What if I need this one day?," and then use this worry as an excuse to keep the item in question sitting around.

Vincent had a cupboard where he kept books he'd been gifted that he never intended to read but couldn't bring himself to throw out. You couldn't throw books out – that was the rule.