Quotes About Attachment

It's true that the two halves were no longer hinged. They weren't clinging to each other, but each was a cream-colored wing with a rosy flush inside. I held one half in each hand. If I took this shell across the room or across the universe, and the other one stayed here, they'd still be two halves of a whole, and anyone would know they belonged together.

As if I were a dog, to follow at your heels.

When one of my plants dies, I die a little inside too.

My first hurdle came before we even left. Steve's little dog Sui was coming with us, and she realized that I would be taking her place next to Steve in the front of the truck. "Move over, Sui," I said. She turned and glared at me, for all the world like a jealous woman. I couldn't help but laugh. She was such a cute thing, and she looked at Steve with such rapture, joy, and love, that I had to forgive her for hating me.

And it's surprising how quickly you can get used to being loved

Cuánto le agradezco a Jesús que me haya hecho encontrar «sólo amargura en las amistades de la tierra!». Con un corazón como el mío me hubiera dejado prender y cortar las alas, y entonces, ¿cómo hubiera podido «volar y descansar»? ¿Cómo puede unirse íntimamente a Dios un corazón que se entrega al afecto de las criaturas?... Pienso que eso no es posible.

Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight.

A prisoner of love is a person who is passionately in love. Losing that passion will set him free

It seemed that our family had been on this land for thousands of years; that we had sprung from the earth, born of its flesh like a tree or a flower, deep-rooted, not by our feet, but by our hearts.

Los libros tienen su orgullo, cuando se prestan no regresan nunca.

Ich liebe dich ja...wie heißt es doch, wenn man einen Zweig abbricht und die Blätter abreißt? Von Herzen, mit Schmerzen, über alle Maßen. (S.69)

The fear to love reaches sometimes the depth of a panic, resembles sometimes the fear to die.

He who licks his wounds cannot be affectionate

an attachment to his culture is, for the European, the beginning of the slippery slope.

more likely that tattooing the name is a substitute for solicitude rather than evidence of it.

Is it any wonder that I loved my regiment?

If a child doesn't have a secure and stable relationship after a parent leaves, she keeps her feelings inside because it's not safe to put them out there. Later on the child thinks, 'I'm not going to trust you.' Her future attachments get compromised, because she never worked through the attachments she did have. All she had to do was protect herself, and part of that protection was not to attach to anyone.

Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything - anger, anxiety, or possessions - we cannot be free.

People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.

My actions are my only true belongings.

So, unlike the heroes of Hebrews 11 who held onto nothing of this life, these dying churches held onto everything, at least everything that made them comfortable and happy. Such is the reason we speak of them in the past.

My songs are my kids. Some of them stay with me, some others I have to send out, out to the war. It might sound stupid and it might even sound naive, but that's just the way it is.

I love her still, for if you know anything about that kind of feeling, you know how close it is connected to hopelessness and thus is about the only thing in civilization that don't degenerate with time.

People keep a dog and are ruled by this dog, and even Schopenhauer was ruled in the end not by his head, but by his dog. This fact is more depressing than any other.