Quotes About Attachment

How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?

The day had arrived-the day, hour and minute Kate had been having nightmares about for months. She was about to leave the house she loved in Pasadena, California, for a place she doesn't even like. And she was leaving behind her dog, Boggs.

No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home. —L. FRANK BAUM, THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ

They will all abandon you. All you have left is my desire for you.

I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.

I didn't want to love you, but I can't help it. I don't want to be without you, but I bloody well will. - Max

I feel about my phone the way horror-movie ventriloquists feel about their dummies: It's smarter than me, better than me, and I will kill anyone who comes between us.

If the correct things belonged to you, perhaps you might belong.

I'm here because I was born here and thus ruined for anywhere else, but I don't know about you.

That was the sort of everyday love I had to learn to contend with: if you grow up with it, it's hard to think you'll ever match it. I used to think it was difficult for children of folks who really loved each other, hard to get out from under that skin because sometimes it's just so comfortable you don't want to have to develop your own.

Wenn wir gehen, nehmen wir unsere Heimat mit.

Once you put a romantic image in someone's head, it's hard to get it out.

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.

for women live much more in the past...they attach themselves to places;

alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know

This I say is the present moment; this is the first day of the summer holidays. This is part of the emerging monster to whom we are attached.

One does not love a place the less because one has suffered in it.

He felt the need for something which he could attach his floating heart to; the heart that tugged at his side; the heart that seemed filled with spiced amorous gales every evening about this time.

I fear I shall be a clinger to the outsides of words all my life.

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.

She had a right to his arm, though it was without feeling. He would give her, who was so simple, so impulsive, only twenty-four, without friends in England, who had left Italy for his sake, a piece of bone.

Now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.

It ended in a transcendental theory which, with her horror of death, allowed her to believe, or say that she believed (for all her scepticism), that since our apparitions, the part of us which appears, are so momentary compared with the other, the unseen part of us, which spreads wide, the unseen might survive, be recovered somehow attached to this person or that, or even haunting certain places, after death. Perhaps - perhaps.

it was thus that she felt herself; and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures. When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless. And to everybody there was always this sense of unlimited resources, she supposed; one after another