Quotes About Attachment

Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith. . . . Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care.

Everything I've ever let go of had claw marks on it.

The severing of an established connection is exponentially more painful than the rejection of an attempted connection.

the only real significance she had attached to the memory was that it was funny what stuck with you.

It may be that psychologists are off-base in their preoccupation with children's need to feel that their father or some other parent loves them. It also seems valid to consider the child's desire to feel that a parent actually likes them, as love itself is so automatic and preprogrammed in a parent that it isn't a very good test of whatever it is that the typical child feels so anxious to pass the test of

We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately—the object seemed incidental to this will to give oneself away, utterly. To games or needles, to some other person.

The next year had seen them drop into the crazy-obsessive love spiral in which they'd break up and then not be able to stay away from each other, until one time she was able to stay away, and that was all she wrote.

Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith.

Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care. What you wish to sing of as tragic love is an attachment not carefully chosen. Die for one person? This is a craziness. Persons change, leave, die, become ill. They leave, lie, go mad, have sickness, betray you, die. Your nation outlives you. A cause outlives you.

As, if you will give the permission, does this love you speak of, M. Tine's grand love. It means only the attachment. Tine is attached, fanatically. Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith.

Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care.

Hal likes to get high in secret, but a bigger secret is that he's as attached to the secrecy as he is to getting high. filmic mind Everybody was tired in a good way. someone sometime let you forget how to choose, and what. novocaine of the soul The original sense of addiction involved being bound over, dedicated The addict

Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks in it.

You are in love with a man", says Julie, "who insists that he can love you only when you stand in the exact center of whatever room you are in

He knows, now, that nearly everything you call yours in the world can be taken away from you by other people, assuming that they want it enough.

Elige tu templo de fanatismo con suma atención. Lo que vosotros quisierais cantar como amor trágico es un vínculo mal elegido. ¿Morir por una persona? Eso es una locura. Las personas cambian, se van, mueren, enferman. Se marchan, mienten, enloquecen, enferman, te traicionan, mueren. Vuestra nación os sobrevive. Una causa os sobrevive

I can't help always falling upon it, and cry out with particular loudness and wailing, and become especially melancholy, when I see a dead love tied to a live love.

This is a hell of a night. I don't want to leave it just to go to sleep.

Of the unchanging things, the town in which you first saw the light is one of the most unchanging. It is always a place of monotony but at the same time, as you grow, change, go away, remember, return, and go away again, it is one of the most inexhaustibly rich places. And yet what it is is so nearly nothing, except for the dull, drab, lonely, lost objects of it, that you never know, each time you return to it, what it is that holds you so strongly to it.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.

William Shakespeare

My lord, I will take my leave of you. Hamlet: You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal...

For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.