Quotes About Attachment

I care and I want to know more and I want to cry and I don't want you to fall for anyone but me.

And there's no way around it. I didn't just pet this cat. I adopted it.

But, know this, Beck: Every day I find a way to visit the pictures of you in my phone. I'm faithful.

attaching all your hopes and fantasies to something—or someone—outside yourself almost always has disastrous results.

Was he smart enough? Introspective enough? Was it just enough to love him, or should I attach myself to someone who seemed farther ahead of me, someone smarter and more ambitious than me, who'd be sure to carry me along into the version of adulthood I thought I should be striving for?

Anyone who's ever shifted from general affection and enthusiasm for a lover to outright obsession knows what I mean: the relationship is just there occupying a small corner of your heart, and then you wake up one morning and some undefinable tide has turned forever and you can't go back. You need it; it's a central part of who you are.

Why doesn't he get over it already? But that was the secret, wasn't it? You never got over what you lost. You always carried it with you, stitched to you like Peter Pan's shadow. And you never wanted to get over it, because who wanted to forget a time that had been so important? No, the truth was, you wanted to remember it always.

Why didn't people belong to the ones who tried to love them?

Horribly aware of what was happening, conscious, as she had never been before, that it was possible both to love her mother more than anyone in life and yet be driven mad by her presence

I couldn't even see that woman because I have blinders on when you are around, and every single thought in my head is about you.

Because as long as the hungry ghost believes that only the deprivation he already perceives is real, he will continue to perceive only deprivation. That's the vicious circle.

It occurs to me for the first time that Lorelei is getting older—she must be eight years old by now—and that I may not have unlimited time to conduct my research. Or to enjoy the quiet pleasure of her company. I will lose her someday, that much is certain, and it makes me ache to think of it. But, as all dog owners must, I put the thought quickly out of my mind.

I can't take one breath, not one single breath, without knowing that I love you.

I've got to stop getting obsessed with human beings and fall in love with a chair. Chairs have everything human beings have to offer, and less, which is obviously what I need. Less emotional feedback, less warmth, less approval, less patience and less response. The less the merrier. Chairs it is. I must furnish my heart with feelings for furniture.

To make him important in one's life requires an overactive imagination. Unfortunately, mine never knows when to quit.

Iwish you would love me more so that I could love you less. —Not Me

I WISH YOU would love me more so that I could love you less.

He likes you, Zara. He took care of you. That's what men do when they take a shine to you.

I tucked the charred piece of her sweatshirt i had recovered into the back pocket of my jeans. I am glad she is with me now. Nick's anklet touches my skin. He is here too.

If you can look at a dog and not feel vicarious excitement and affection, you must be a cat.

I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?

Our mother sticks a knife in our heart when we say goodbye on the wharf. And we stick a knife in hers when we go. And that's how we're connected: through the hurt we inflict on one another.

We love without heeding reason, and cease to love in the same manner.

You need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it. A village means that you are not alone, knowing that in the people, the trees, the earth, there is something that belongs to you, waiting for you when you are not there.