Quotes About Attachment

You can't make somebody leave and you can't make them stay.

I watched her back and thought, Is that how you make a friend? They just sort of come up and attach themselves to you, and then there you are? It had been so long since I'd made a new friend, I really didn't remember.

If a person comes into our life, they will go again. In a parting of ways, or because everyone dies. They will die or you will die. Nothing we receive in this life are we allowed to keep.

Life gives us nothing outright. It only lends. Nothing is ours to keep. Absolutely nothing. Not even our bodies, our brains. This 'self' that we think we know so well, that we think of as us. It is only on loan. If a person comes into our life, they will go again. In a parting of ways, or because everyone dies. They will die or you will die. Nothing we receive in this life are we allowed to keep.

Hearts set about finding other hearts the moment they are born, and between them, they weave nets so frightfully strong and tight that you end up bound forever in hopeless knots, even to the shadow of a beast you knew and loved long ago.

Yes," he growled, "yes, I will put you there and turn out the light in your eyes and come to stare at you for centuries, to pore over you, because you are mine, my treasure, my hoard, and I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

But love is love, and love is compulsion. I must, and I do.

You're grown--crooked and backbent, but grown--and it's time to stop hanging your heart on your mother.

You can't get into the real meat of hatred and eternal enmity without love and betrayal, without that, it's just an argument with occasional gun music. The good stuff, the all-obliterating all-annihilating one-for-the-novels mano-a-mano crackling on the pork roast, that has to come, as the hermits will tell you, from attachment.

The thing I hate about being dead is you can't move on. I was in love with him when I died, so I'll be in love with him till the sun burns out.

but she does not know whom she wishes to catch, only that she wishes to catch someone, anyone, to be anchored, to be connected, to not be abandoned.

What the sign meant. To lose your heart. When I go home, I shall leave mine here, and I don't think I shall ever have it back." -September

Don't make me go, Mummy. Please don't make me go.

And yet some memories cannot be rooted out like weeds, no matter how much one wills to do it.

Perhaps he was like a horse rescued from a barn on fire, who runs back into his burning stall simply because the place is familiar.

My life, this is," she said. "I know every mark on this and how it came there. I know the heft of every blessed knife in here. And now I'm to turn me back and walk away with nothing.

Was man liebt, betoniert man nicht.

some claim that one is only ever really in love once in a lifetime, others that it is better the second time around, others that the first time is the only genuine manifestation, still others that they fall in love every week or even every day.

He was in love with me. Or rather, he yearned to be me. Which is, perhaps, the most instantaneous and absolute characteristic of love.

Ci si affeziona anche al dolore, persino alla disperazione. Quando abbiamo sofferto moltissimo per una persona, il fatto che il dolore stia passando ci sgomenta. Crediamo significhi, una volta in più, che tutto, veramente tutto, finisce.

Nanny had thought she might lose the child from her grief. At night when she rolled over in the bed and went to drape her leg across Gabriel's, finding him gone, the ache in Nanny's chest moved up to her throat, then down to her womb.

The Book of Eights' emphasis is on overcoming any longing for any form of future rebirth.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you will be free. —Margaret Atwood