Quotes About Attachment

Es que no quiero que me conozcan! ¡Ya me están quitando el futuro! ¡No pueden llevarse también lo que me importaba en el pasado!

I must have loved you a lot." "You did." My voice catches and I pretend to cough. "And did you love me?" he asks.

It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you," he says. "I'm okay once I realize you're here.

If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life," he says. "I would never be happy

He's fighting it, probably more for me than for him, and it's hard because unconsciousness would be its own form of escape. But the adrenaline pumping through my body would never allow me to follow him, so I can't let him go. I just can't.

I don't try to move away. Why should I, anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you.

Maybe he's too pretty, or maybe he's too easy to get, or maybe it's really that he'd just be too easy to lose.

But he was already in love with you," says Cressida. "I guess so." I allow myself a small smile.

But he was already in love with you,

You can't take my wealth, 'Cause it's just a rumor. Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping.

I consider saying a final good-bye to Peeta, decide it would only be bad for both of us. But I do slip the pearl into the pocket of my uniform. A token of the boy with the bread. A

And did you love me?

And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don't want him to die. And it's not about the sponsors. And it's not about what will happen back home. And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.

Sitting at Prim's knees, guarding her, is the world's ugliest cat. Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash. Prim named him Buttercup, insisting that his muddy yellow coat matched the bright flower. He hates me. Or at least distrusts me. Even though it was years ago, I think he still remembers how I tried to drown him in a bucket when Prim brought him home.

I could live without you, but I wouldn't want to

This is much worse than losing a cat. You do not wish the cat dead, for example, after the first two days. You still love the cat and presumably the cat still loves you, or some variation of love that may in fact be dependence and even indifference.

Love isn't always about keeping someone. Sometimes it's about letting them go

people are only loaned to those who love them; they cannot be held, but can disappear in a moment without reason, without justice, without hope.

We were never good with good-byes.

I don't want to leave.

Como se faz para tirar um homem do coração ? É como sofrer de uma doença que não se pode curar.

The point is, of course, that we live in total uncertainty already. This is nothing new. Our tensions are therefore simply our attempt to hold onto something and to create some certainty for ourselves. Yet, in creating something certain, we deny ourselves access to our great inner treasure. We do not see that we are only holding onto rabbit pellets.

Crave for a thing, you will get it. Renounce the craving, the object will follow you by itself.

The less the thought of the body, the better. For it is the body that drags us down. It is attachment, identification, which makes us miserable. That is the secret: To think that I am the spirit and not the body, and that the whole of this universe with all its relations, with all its good and all its evil, is but as a series of paintings — scenes on a canvas — of which I am the witness.