Quotes About Attachment

Meditating an action is different from doing it. To do, there is a doer, a self-conscious 'someone' performing. But when you meditate an action, you've already released attachment to outcomes. There's no 'you' left to do it. In forgetting yourself, you become what you do, so your action is free, spontaneous, without ambition, inhibition, or fear.

When you begin transcendental training, focusing on your best efforts, without attachment to outcomes, you will understand the peaceful warriors way.

What, after all, is more real to us than the geography of our childhoods?

Don't go, Bobby, said my friend. It's not worth it.

These regions very likely underlie what traditional texts see as the root causes of suffering—attachment and aversion—where the mind becomes fixated on wanting something that seems rewarding or on getting rid of something unpleasant.

El Dalai Lama compartió un dato del que se enteró hace tiempo: si a los recién nacidos se les sostiene regularmente con afecto, sus cerebros se desarrollan mejor que en aquellos que se desatienden, y que apenas se les toca, por no hablar de sostenerlos.51 Los bebés separados de sus padres muestran timidez e impotencia, y los monos separados de bebés de sus madres crecen estando más tensos y siendo más agresivos.52

Attachment determines who we turn to for succor; these are the people we miss the most when they are absent. Caregiving gives us the urge to nurture the people for whom we feel most concern. When we are attached, we cling; when we are caregiving we provide. And sex is, well, sex.

The art of soothing ourselves is a fundamental life skill. The theory holds that emotionally sound infants learn to soothe themselves by treating themselves as their caretakers have treated them, leaving them less vulnerable to the upheavals of the emotional brain.

I waved but couldn't answer, because I was finally letting myself grin as wide as I'd wanted all afternoon, all evening, every sec of every minute with you, Ed. Shit, I guess I already loved you then. Doomed like a wineglass knowing it'll get dropped someday, shoes that'll be scuffed in no time, the new shirt you'll soon enough muck up filthy.

Shit, I guess I already loved you then. Doomed like a wineglass knowing it'll get dropped someday, shoes that'll be scuffed in no time, the new shirt you'll soon enough muck up filthy.

It didn't last, it wasn't clear for much longer, and that's why we broke up, but when I close this book and give it to you, I don't think about that, just us holding the book it our hands to buy it and take it here with us, because damn it Ed, that's not why we broke up. I love it, I miss it, I hate to give it back to you, this complicated thing, it's why we stayed together.

I wore it, this careless thing you don't even remember giving to me from your bag. It wasn't a gift, this thing I'm returning. It was barely a gesture, almost forgotten already, this thing I wore like it was dear to me. And it was. No wonder we broke up.

that's not why we broke up. I love it, I miss it, I hate to give it back to you, this complicated thing, it's why we stayed together

Everything else has vanished, so you take them now. Maybe if you're the one keeping them, I'll be the one feeling better.

I'm nothing, not a single thing. The only particle I had, the only tiny thing raising me up, is that I was Ed Slaterton's girlfriend, loved by you for like ten secs, and who cares, so what, and not anymore so how embarrassing for me.

Finders keepers is what they say, and I wanted to be kept.

because damn it Ed, that's not why we broke up. I love it, I miss it, I hate to give it back to you, this complicated thing, it's why we stayed together.

So she loved him. She just did, immediately and again, often and clearly, naturally and soundly and obviously and many others.

Familiarity breeds liking.

The only question now is: How much can I hang on to?

There is no question about it now. I'm in love.

It's not love-but she's important to me. I find myself listening for her footsteps down the hallway whenever she's been out.

My confused feeling for her had been holding me back, and I had to clung to her out of my fear of being forced out on my own, and cut adrift.

I put Algernon's body into a small metal container and took him home with me. I wasn't going to let them dump him into the incinerator. It's foolish and sentimental, but late last night I buried him in the back yard. I wept as I put a bunch of wild flowers on the grave.