Quotes About Attachment

A number of men tried to catch her eye, but she walked close by my side, holding my arm. Few beautiful women were willing to indicate in public that they belonged to someone. I had known enough women to realize this. I accepted them for what they were, and love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons. One simply became tired of holding love back and let it go because it needed some place to go. Then usually, there was trouble.

Le accettavo per quelle che erano, e l'amore veniva di rado e a fatica. Quando veniva, di solito, era per le ragioni sbagliate. Ci si stancava semplicemente di trattenere l'amore e lo si lasciava andare perchè aveva bisogno di andare da qualche parte. Era allora, di solito, che cominciavano i guai.

Ah, my brother, you cannot comprehend the pain of parting from her. No, I can't. I would die for the least hair of her royal head, God bless it! but I could live very well from now till Doomsday without ever setting eyes on the said head.

As long as we hold onto our own desires and remain fixated on having our way, we will be unable to see God, even if He were to stand right before our eyes. God, in His patient, sometimes painful mercy, allows us to hold our desires as tightly as we wish until we tire of the pain and loosen our grip. Meanwhile, He holds before us a divine alternative, one that offers great abundance in exchange for the trinkets we clutch with desperate resolve.

I let the happy times slip through my fingers and gripped on to the sad times as if they were my heart's desire

I can get you a cheaper ticket if you let me amputate your legs: I can even take your thighs as a deposit," said the travel agent. He was clearly trying hard to be helpful: "It's not as if you'll need them where you're going, is it?" "Is it possible to find a better price by booking me on a different routing?" I asked. "I'm very attached to my limbs." (Quaint and old-fashioned, that's me.)

I have left a part of me wherever I have lain my head, including my youth. What remains will be satisfied to go home.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her, yet I do not think I can exist without her.

Changing the pictures on the wall from greed, anger, and ignorance into ideals (that we should not be greedy, angry, or ignorant) improves the decoration, perhaps—but leaves us without freedom.

Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript

Harry's Seventh Rule: Connect and commit.

Especially in Los Angeles you get attached to these projects and then they lie around and you wait and look for that moment in time when everything just works out - every movie that gets made here in LA is a little bit of a miracle.

Oh, I wish I were a miser; being a miser must be so occupying.

I am an Australian citizen, and I miss my country a great deal.

I'm homesick all the time. I miss my animals. I miss my family. I miss my friends.

There is nothing I will miss about Japanese baseball. Off the field, I will miss my dog.

I don't like leaving work behind. I hate the idea that something might be happening on the drawing board at home that I am going to miss.

I'm going to miss my best friends - my cameras.

I often feel like I could fall off the face of the Earth. As long as 'Mama' was around, nobody would really miss me. People really think of her as an actual person. People all the time see me and ask, 'Where's Mama?' Like she should be with me.

When DVDs finally disappear, I'm going to be sad. I'll miss the commentaries.

If you know anything about ducks, you know a baby duck will imprint itself on you. It misses its mother.

The great part, or the interesting part, is that when you stop eating something, you stop missing it.

When you are not missing something, longing for something, you don't really think about it that much. It's like that girlfriend you don't want to have anymore. You don't think about her anymore. Or ex-husband. You just don't.

I came back to work when my children were two months old. At that early age, they seem to have little awareness of anybody but their Raggedy Ann dolls, so it wasn't a matter of them missing me. I was missing them.