Quotes About Attachment

I should never, perhaps, have heard even the name of the woman who has lived in all my thoughts, who has possessed herself of all my energies, who has become the one guiding influence that now directs the purpose of my life.

My dear friend! what is there extraordinary in that? They are all in love with some other man. Who gets the first of a woman's heart? In all my experience I have never yet met with the man who was Number One. Number Two, sometimes. Number Three, Four, Five, often. Number One, never! He exists, of course—but, I have not met with him.

Does it matter who we are, or what we keep or lose?

This ridiculous foible is perhaps one of our most fatal characteristics; for is there anything more absurd than to wish to carry continually a burden which one can always throw down?

That was my best hat and it was attached to my best head.

T]he thing about someone who is escaping is this: he's more concerned about what he's leaving than what he's going to.

We all possess, like it or not, the people we know, and are possessed by them in turn.

I know part of my sorrow is just disguised self-pity, I needed that exchange and I worry how I'll cope without it and whether I can replace it - if only it were as easy as buying a new dog.

he needed the security of other bodies.

those who belong properly to books, and to whom books, perhaps, do not quite so properly belong.

Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.

For all its faults we love this city.' Then, after a pause, she added: 'After all, we built it.

She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.

no man can cause more grief than the one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancesters.

In writing, you must kill your darlings.

yes I hate him I would die for him I've already died for him I die for him over and over again

But who knows why a man, though suffering, clings, above all the other well members, to the arm or leg which he knows must come off?

When we lose contact with the beloved one, we lose contact with the whole world.

He wanted her the rest of his life, and failing that, he wanted permission to walk along beside her while she lived it.

He was seized with longing so intense it ached in his chest, he wanted it always to keep, to drag out secretly and study it like a yellowed photograph, and he thought I am home, this is me, this is where I have been rambling down to all these years.

What kind of human person has a favorite eraser?

The old man nodded. "Now I can die." She glanced at him. "Don't." Her tone was surprisingly tender, and probably she sensed how important he really was to her, because when he did die, two years further on, she went right after, and most of the people who knew her well agreed it was the sudden lack of opposition that undid her.

I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more.

I have loved you for several hours now