Quotes About Attachment

hi, puppy." she's not a puppy. She's a girl," Nancy's mother says. Nancy pats me and says, "Good puppy. Nice puppy." When he mother bends down to pull her away, she wraps both arms around my legs and wails. "No! My puppy!

Every girl on the planet was familiar to one-last-time e-mail checks.

Acas? e unde s?l?sluie?te inima.

But i can't let you go," he said. "How could I let you go? I searched my heart"—he shrugged— "and I love you.

He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.

I guess that's just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

First loves were powerful and private,and they stayed with you for a very long time. A lifetime.(...) There would always be a small,intimate piece of your heart tucked away for the person you loved first.

Lovers 'devour' one another.

Psychologists have observed that one of the most basic human needs, beginning at birth, is to be gazed upon by another. Mothers throughout the world have been observed spending long periods staring into the eyes of their babies with a characteristic tilt of the head. To be seen is to be real, and without another to gaze upon us, we are nothing. Part of the terror of being lost stems from the idea of never being seen again.)

Deprivation and attachment difficulties signal the baby's brain and nervous system to implement life-protecting strategies. Depending on the severity and the duration of the nurturing disruptions, there is a progressive loss of the ability to attune to and express one's needs. Along with the loss of attunement comes increasing autonomic dysregulation:

Individuals with the Autonomy Survival Style have had to face the dilemma of choosing between themselves or their parents. To submit to their parents leaves them feeling invaded, controlled, and crushed. On the other hand, their loving feelings and the need to maintain the attachment relationship keep them from overtly challenging parents.

Called upon to give her baby what she never received herself, this mother may be conflicted about giving, unconsciously wanting her baby to give her the love and nurturing she never received.

Toxic shame begins as an adaptation to adverse childhood experiences. Shame is the mechanism of disconnecting from and attacking the Self. Shame becomes a survival strategy to protect against attachment loss and environmental failure, which are experienced as loss of love in the universe. When shame occurs early in a child's development, their sense of Self becomes associated with shame.

This survival style's deepest longing for connection is also its deepest fear.

To have—to hold—and—in time—let go!

Mes compagnes, mes "accompagnatrices", ne sont jamais restées longtemps: très vite elles s'en allaient, dès qu'elles comprenaient que ce qu'elles avaient d'abord pris chez moi pour du détachement était du vide; or les femmes savent que le vide engendre le vide, alors elles me quittaient, avec douceur, sans oser me dire quoi que ce soit: car que peut-on dire à un naufragé?

I desire to encourage and foster an appreciation of the advantages which will result from the union of the English-speaking peoples throughout the world, and to encourage in the students from the United States of America an attachment to the country from which they have sprung without I hope withdrawing them or their sympathies from the land of their adoption or birth.

È sempre stato così, in tutti i miei viaggi: sono sempre un perdente, perché mi attacco troppo alle cose, o alle persone, e cosi il viaggio non è più un viaggio, ma un ripetuto addio Ho passato il tempo a dire addio e a ricordare, e a raccogliere indirizzi nelle mie agendine come piccole lapidi.

Herinnering is als een hond die gaat liggen waar hij wil.

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it. All those times he'd pretended to lose her.

Parents, she thought, learned to survive touching their children less and less.

At the Richardson house were overstuffed sofas so deep you could sink into them as if into a bubble bath. Credenzas. Heavy sleigh beds. Once you owned an enormous chair like this, Pearl thought, you would simply have to stay put. You would have to plant roots and make the place that held this chair your home.

To have such a deep taproot in a single place, to be immersed in it so thoroughly that it had steeped into every fiber of your being: she couldn't imagine it.