Quotes About Attachment

When you're not attached to anything, nothing can harm you. When people become attached, they can be harmed. I know this, so I don't attach myself to anything, really.

I don't like to attach myself to material things.

I'd lose my mind if I heard my kid call the nanny Mommy.

You do get fond of your characters. Handing them on is like giving a child to a nanny.

I think a lot of moms get really scared that if they have a nanny that somehow the child is going to love them less and attach more to the nanny. But, I haven't had that fear.

There was no way I was going to have a baby and hand him over to a nanny.

I really feel stateless, which is not bad, because I always felt a man without a country was not encumbered by narrow loyalties.

When somebody takes a child from their native culture, that is in itself an act of aggression.

One's native land! There should one live! There die!

Think about the stigma that is attached to the idea that alcoholism is a disease, an incurable illness, and you have it. That's a terrible thing to inflict on someone. Labeling alcoholism as a disease, a cause unto itself, simply no longer fits with what we know today about its causes.

A possession considered of little value up to now suddenly becomes precious to a person if another person desires it, don't you think?

to Tocqueville, and reiterated by Robert Bellah and collaborators in their landmark study of American life Habits of the Heart, this pursuit of what one does not have makes it difficult for people to form bonds with one another. Their minds "are more anxious and on edge." Because "they clutch everything," they can "hold nothing fast.

It will require you to forsake nearly everything that it means to be a Jedi. But you have already begun down that path, I think. Your grief over the deaths of the Krim family does not speak of nonattachment.

I realized I love him just as much or more than I did four years ago. That I'm never live with him She raised her head to look at her sisters with haunted eyes. And I don't know if I can live without him.

Then you're mine, she said in desperation. Then you belong to me. With everything I am

I love that your mine. I've never had anything for myself. Not one fucking thing, Evangeline. I love that when I finally have something, it's you. Your body. Your mind, Your heart. I'm going after that you know.

You're the first thing I've ever wanted for myself. You're the first time I've ever thought maybe I could have some kind of life. I don't want you to go, not for my leopard or yours, but for me.

He had never trusted a woman-or anyone, for that matter-to sleep close to him, let alone in the same bed. And yet, already, he was completely relaxed with her. He couldn't imagine being without her, and now, if they survived, it was a very real possibility.

You can't leave your lifemate. One, he knows what you're thinking, and two, he can find you wherever you are. Besides, you can't be away from him for very long—it's too uncomfortable, both physically and mentally.

She had captured his heart and he didn't ever want it back.

There you go, getting all protective on me. You're worried about me, aren't you? His voice practically purred at her, a sensual mixture of possession, desire and something else - affection. Dio, bambino, I love that.

He'd missed her. Really missed her. It was strange to think of a woman night and day, to worry about her and look forward to being with her. To inhale the scent of her and know you were home. To crave her body like an addiction and need the sound of her laughter and sight of her smile. He'd never had that before and now it seemed as natural to him as breathing.

He needed to keep this woman with him. He didn't even know why the compulsion was so strong, but that need was relentless, bone deep. Soul deep.

She'd made her way into his heart. Snuck in when he wasn't looking. It was impossible to be with her and not fall deeply, madly in love with her.