Quotes About Attachment

Por ella había sentido la más entrañable devoción y desde entonces no había conocido una mujer que se le igualara; pero, aparte de cierta curiosidad natural, no tenía ganas de volver a verla. Su poder sobre él se había perdido para siempre

Uno no ama menos un lugar por haber sufrido en él, a menos que todo allí no fuera más que sufrimiento, puro sufrimiento.

Time will generally lessen the interest of every attachment not within the daily circle—

There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost every attachment, that it is not safe to leave any to itself.

it is not everyone...who has your passion for dead leaves

It darted through her with the speed of an arrow that Mr. Knightley must marry no one but herself.

for they say every body is in love once in their lives

Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing; but I have never been in love; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall.

You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you - Mr. Darcy

Dragostea lor nu se putea sfarsi decat in prietenie.

Her affections had continually been fluctuating but never without an object.

Banuiesc ca nu este indispensabil pentru fericirea mea. Cu atat mai bine. Cu siguranta nu ma voi convinge sa simt mai mult decat simt acum. Sunt suficient de indragostita. Mi-ar parea rau sa fiu mai indragostita de atat.

In spite of all her faults she knew she was dear to him; might she not say, very dear?

Ah, iata, iar ma gandesc la el. Intotdeauna prima persoana la care ma gandesc! Cum ma mai prind asupra faptului!

Your feelings may be the strongest,' replied Anne, 'but the same spirit of analogy will authorise me to assert that ours are the most tender. Man is more robust than woman, but he is not longer lived; which exactly explains my view of the nature of their attachments. Nay, it would be too hard upon you, if it were otherwise.

He must love somebody.

But the same spirits of analogy will authorise me to assert that ours are the most tender. Man is more robust than woman, but he is not longer-lived; which exactly explains my view of the nature of their attachment. Nay, it would be too hard upon you, if it were otherwise. You have difficulties, and privations, and dangers enough to struggle with... It would be too hard indeed (with a faltering voice) if woman's feelings were to be added to all this!

The first three years, however, are especially important; what a child learns and decides about himself ("Am I loved or unloved, capable or not capable?") and the world around him ("Is it safe or threatening, encouraging or discouraging?") becomes part of the "wiring" of his brain. The outside world, which is experienced through a child's senses (hearing, seeing, smelling, and touching), enables the brain to create or change connections.

When you are overly concerned with physical matters, and even vital physical matters, you pull yourself in. And more ridiculous, you pull up your roots. A tree would never pull up its roots. I am not speaking now of pulling up your roots in terms of moving from one location to another. I am speaking of something akin to cutting off your roots from any nourishment

The real mystery was how your farm bound you to it, so tightly that you would pay any price (literally, in interest) or make any sacrifice just to take these steps across this familiar undulating ground time and time again.

Still others reflected on how quickly the food could be snatched from a man's table, or the child from a woman's breast, or the wife from a man's bedcloset, that no strength of grasp could hold these goods in place. And others remarked to themselves how sweet these goods were, in spite of that, and saw that pleasure lost in every moment is pleasure lost forever.

It was one of life's treats, wasn't it, paying a visit to your past, swinging like a ball on a string away from the person you loved, always knowing that the string must pull you back, and you would be oh so glad to get there.

It was one of life's treats, wasn't it, paying a visit to your past, swinging like a ball on a string away from the person you loved, always knowing that the string must pull you back, and you would be oh so glad to get there.

This was the way it was going to be then, this road she was going to have to walk. She would always be thinking of him so that he would be beside her even when he wasn't there, making her joyous or miserable, but always, always controlling the colour of her days.