Quotes About Attachment

Llegaba a aceptar que Mateo no fuera más que una etapa de su vida- y esto era ya bastante duro-pero no podía soportar ser él una etapa en la vida de Mateo.

And yet-I wonder. Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love-or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.

Ce n'est plus une ardeur dans mes veines cachée : C'est Vénus toute entière à sa proie attachée.

She was a monster, but she was my monster.

Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem.

We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.

When Jordan was a baby he sat on top of me much as a fly rests on a hill of dung. And I nourished him as a hill of dung nourishes a fly, and when he had eaten his fill he left me. Jordan... I should have named him after a stagnant pond and then I could have kept him, but I named him after a river and in the flood-tide he slipped away.

I was angry. Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about.

It takes much longer to leave the psychic place than the physical place. (p.120)

He liked me because I am short. I flatter myself. He did not dislike me. He liked no one except Josephine and he liked her the way he liked chicken.

He loves books,' said Perdita. 'Yeah. He does. When you've finished a book you can put it away and it doesn't ask to see you again.

It takes much longer to leave the psychic place than the physical place.

Keep me in the mop bucket or the slot where the grill pan goes, but don't let me go because I love you.

Fools stay in love. I am a fool.

If I rush at this relationship it's because I fear for it. I fear you have a door I cannot see and that any minute now the door will open and you'll be gone. Then what? (...) You said, 'I'm going to leave.' I thought, Yes, of course you are, you're going back to your shell. I am an idiot. I've done it again and I said I'd never do it again.

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment...

Todo en la tierra está en un continuo flujo: nada conserva una forma constante y quieta, y los afectos nuestros, que se vinculan a las cosas exteriores, pasan y cambian necesariamente como ellas. Siempre delante o detrás de nosotros, recuerdan el pasado que ya no es o previenen el porvenir que por lo común no será: no hay ahí nada sólido a lo que el corazón pueda agarrarse.

My lack of success with women has always come from loving them too much

Flattery, or rather condescension, is not always a vice, it is more often a virtue, especially in young people. The kindness with which a man treats us attaches us to him; one does not give way to him in order to deceive him, one does so in order not to make him sad, not to return him harm for good.

We are ever looking forward or backward, ruminating on what is past, and can return no more, or anticipating the future, which may never arrive; there is nothing solid to which the heart can attach itself, neither have we here below any pleasures that are lasting.

Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.

when we travel, most of us take too much. I always work on the assumption that I'm going to take everything with me because I don't want the second wife to have anything if the plane crashes.

There are so many people out there who think they are fans of Pink Floyd - and certainly the work I did in Pink Floyd - who are still furious that I left.

The paradox of romantic love -- that what one possesses, one can no longer desire -- was at work.