Quotes About Attachment

I love this pedal to death. The only way you could keep me from playing one is by chopping off my legs!

You really love her, don't you?" Love is too small a word for what I feel. How do I explain that before Kat, nothing was real?... "Yes," I tell Busara. "I love her. Kat's my whole world.

I love three things, I then say. I love a dream of love I once had, I love you, and I love this patch of earth. And which do you love best? The dream.

Az a hétköznapi tény, hogy a kutyám jobban szeret engem, mint én Å't, egyszer?en letagadhatatlan, és engem mindig bizonyos szégyennel tölt el.

Why is it so hard to say good-bye to something even when you know it's a slow-growing cancer?

Estoy seguro de que sabes lo que te voy a decir, Shuya pero amar a alguien siempre implica no amar a otros.

Loving someone always requires you to not love others.

SHE MAY BE AN EVIL BITCH, BUT SHE IS MY EVIL BITCH. AND I'LL HAVE NO OTHER

Now you know why it was so hard for me to let go of one more thing...the land, the view, a sense of something...one thing just staying the way it should be. Control.

Now you know why it was so hard for me to let go of one more thing...the land, the view, a sense of something...one thing just staying the way it should be. ... I'm tired, tired of losing ground, of losing control, of losing so many people that I love.

Cordelia, " he said quietly, his smile fading. "I seem to be in love you.

You can't have a child and not experience terror and heartache in some way. Your little hijacker will hold you hostage for the rest of your life, and there's no getting around that—not by placing the child for adoption, not by abandoning the child, not by being as perfect a mother as possible. Your heart, naked and vulnerable, is now in the form of another person, and your life is never completely your own again.

Jen told me most birth mothers wanted at least some contact with the adoptive family after the baby was born. I pictured my little brother, what it would be like to say goodbye to him over and over, leaving him with someone else, his sweet little face in the window as I drove away. "I don't think I will," I said after a minute. "It sounds like torture for both of us, to be honest.

I decide I feel fond of him. And hey, fond is underrated. Fond can last a lifetime. Fond doesn't leave scars.

Solo se puede odiar de verdad a aquellos a los que amas.

Because some adopted kids do. They feel like their mothers—because it's always the mothers, since we were the ones who were pregnant—abandoned them. There's a theory that every adopted kid is traumatized because they were adopted.

Your importance is dwarfed by their friends. Romantic interests. Cool professors and great coaches. A spouse, someday, and kids of their own, and you . . . you got left behind at a certain exit on the highway of their life, and all you can do is look down the road after them and remember when you were so needed, so loved, so sure of your place in the world, because you were Mommy, and that was everything.

Perhaps love's greatest gift--that it is indeed unconditional--is also its greatest curse.

A girl was like a kite; without her mother's strong, steady hold on the string, she might just float away, be lost somewhere among the clouds.

How will I stop loving him, Mama? Will I .... forget ? Mama sighed. Ah. That. Love doesn't fade or die, baby girl. People tell you it does, but it doesn't. If you love him now, you'll love him in ten years and in forty. Differently, maybe , a faded version, but he's part of you now. And you are part of him.

Apparently you couldn't stop loving some people, or needing their love, even when you knew better.

I think maybe love can just...dissolve." "No, it does not," her mother said. "So how do--" "You hang on," her mother said. "Until your hands are bleeding, and still you do not let go.

There was something she hadn't known when she went into marriage and became a mother that she knew now: it was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

If love is a disease, I suppose I'm infected.