Quotes About Attachment

I loved my mother because I didn't know I had a choice. I had to love her.

at first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. what we should fear and dread, of course, is that we wont stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone. for i still love you with the whole of my heart. i still love you. and sometimes, my friend, the love that i have and cant give to you, crushed the breast from my chest. soemtimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

People who are most strongly attached to a belief in an afterlife are more likely to try to delay death when it's clearly imminent. That doesn't make any logical sense. If people believe in a blissful afterlife, then logically, you'd think they'd accept their death gracefully, and would even welcome it. But it makes perfect sense when you think of religion, not as a way of genuinely coping with the fear of death, but as a way of putting it on the back burner.

Any place I hang my head is home.

Ela está tão apaixonada por mim que não quer saber de mais nada. É por isso que está apaixonada por mim.

We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.

Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

S'il y a une chose à laquelle tu tiens par-dessus tout, n'essaie pas de la retenir. Si elle te revient, elle sera à toi pour toujours. Si elle ne te revient pas, c'est que dès le départ elle n'étais pas à toi.

Sans aucun doute, il y a ressemblance entre l'amitié et l'amour. Nous dirons même de l'amour qu'il est la folie de l'amitié. Sénèque

Sometimes the objects we hold dear give away who we are even more than the people we love.

Sometimes the objects we hold dear give away who we are even more than the people we love. The glass of the watch had cracked in the hand of Vidal's father at the very moment he died, which his son took as proof that things could survive death if only one kept them clean and in perfect order.

We shouldn't maltreat our idols: the gilt comes off on our hands.

Secret Self knows the anguish of our attachments and assures us that letting go of what we think we must have to be happy is the same as letting go of our unhappiness.

Bir yerden ayr?lmaktan korkma, oraya ba?l? kalmaktan kork, al??kanl?klar?ndan kork. Hep ayn? kalmaktan kork.

Shelter can be hard to find. A place can become our home for reasons we do not understand. We build the memories that turn into what we are, then what we were, as we look back.

Maybe home for some is always the one they lost.

Homer would scuttle up the side of my denim-clad leg (to this day, there's nothing he loves climbing so much as a pair of jeans)

didn't know how I could bare to part with them, seeing them clean.

He was twenty-eight then. I was twenty. What followed was strange. An attachment? A conviction? I make no case for it, either way. Or only this case: that it was based on nothing and fed on nothing. For the next three years we saw each other for a few days a year, that was all. Wet English winters. Black rooms above pubs... Rather he looked dull, resentful. His eyes in shadow; dark slots.

What you have loved remains yours.

I've learned that moving away from my closest friends was much, much harder to do than I ever thought it would be.

couldn't be persuaded to part with him.

You can leave a wife, but you can't leave an exwife.