Quotes About Attachment

Love is the feeling we have for those we care deeply about and hold in high regard.

Our culture pushes this idea that romantic love is somehow more significant than other forms of love.

When you break up, it becomes a habit to remember everything about the man

Almost an addiction. Like smoking, when you know it is bad for you but you can't seem to leave it.

If your pet bird is killed by a cat you feel bad. On the other hand, if the same cat kills a mouse it does not bother you at all. So it is attachment that brings misery; in non-attachment lies the only true happiness.

...but people become attached to their burdens sometimes more than the burdens are attached to them...

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

Sometimes the best way to hold onto something is to let it go.

"You cannot let go of someone you never really had, and if you had them you wouldn't have to let go."

Jamie knew now that were certain things you had to let go. But that didn't mean they ever had to leave you.

My whole life I've had the fear that I was going to be abandoned.

I love you more than I love anybody

Then his sister fastened the string of rushes to his

The etiology of miserliness is love of the fleeting, material aspects of this world. The miser ardently clings to his wealth and hoards it.

Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.

Sure, on a larger scale, it was healthy to have people out there you cared about more than yourself. She knew that. But then there was the abject fear you would lose it. They say possessions own you. Not so. Loved ones own you. You are forever held hostage once you care so much.

Summer romances cometo an end. That was part of the deal. They are built like certain plants or insects, not able to survive more than one season. I thought we would be different. We were, I guess, but not in the way I thought. I truly believed that we would never let each other go. The young are so dumb.

Simply put, here amid the kingdoms of this world we have no continuing city. That's why we dare not become attached to the passing values of any human culture.

There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment.

A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell.

Marie was one of those unfortunately constituted mortals, in whose eyes whatever is lost and gone assumes a value which it never had in possession.

She didn't want to forget how deeply she had loved him, how important it had been to her; she felt as if to discard the memory would be a betrayal of her younger self.

Usually we hate things or people with which we have some emotional involvement.

There was a posh girl in my year at Cambridge, also a philosopher, who gave names to every significant possession in her life. She had a teddy bear, of course, but her car had a name too. So did her phone. So did both of her laptops and her camera. For all I know, she gave names to her knives and forks as well - I don't know how far these things go with the English aristocracy.