Quotes About Attachment

There's an old mistake about the word love, and, if many children have been born of this mistake, countless others have missed their only instant of being born merely due to a susceptibility that demands you be mine, mine! that you like me, and not my money.

Like our simian ancestors, we are born clinging to our mothers, and for the rest of our lives we will reenact that first embrace, reaching out for something to hold on to—both in moments of joy and in moments of distress.

Love is an attachment to another self. Humor is a form of self-detachment -- a way of looking at one's existence, one's misfortune, or one's discomfort. If you really love, if you really know how to laugh, the result is the same you forget yourself.

Falling in love is easy, you see; any idiot can do it. It's falling out of love that's hard.

What happens to you doesn't belong to you, only half concerns you. It's not yours. Not yours only." - Claudia Rankine (cited near the title page of 'An American Marriage")

Jenkins tried to say goodbye, but he could not say goodbye. If he could only weep, he thought, but robots could not weep.

Mood is the basic ingredient of love.

We're too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.

although his love affair with Madame Hugo was not calculated to reinforce it.

For me, London is and always will be home.

Prosperity knits a man to the world. He thinks he's 'finding his place in it,' while really it is finding its place in him.

I've got you under my skin,I've got you deep in the heart of me,So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me,I've got you under my skin.

I have lived ten years of wild rovings, of conquests and discoveries, in those woods; the day when I have to leave them my heart will be very heavy.

My true friends always gave me this supreme proof of attachment: a spontaneous aversion to the men I loved.

After you, probably anyone can have me who wants me. A woman, many women. But never another cat.

as humans, we automatically attach a whole string of judgments, interpretations, questions, and beliefs to situations. Our task involves accepting the imperfection of our own humanity and loving ourselves for having these judgments, including the one that says we must be a spiritually moribund person for creating this reality.

hatred is degenerated love

He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast.

The people recognize themselves in their commodities they find their soul in their automobile, hi-fi set, split-level home, kitchen equipment.

Finding bliss becomes one with the fear of losing it.

Some say that over time homesickness loses its specific content, that it starts to smolder and only then becomes all-consuming, because it's no longer focused on a concrete home.

They have good streets here, but everything's so spread out. I am not used to asphalt, it makes my feet hurt, and my brain. I get as tired here in a day as I do back home in a year. That's not home, other people live there now, I wrote to Mother. Home is where you are now... And Mother wrote back to me: How would you know where home is? The place where Toni the clockmaker tends the graves, that's home.

Se, nesta vida, me quisessem de novo deportar, uma coisa eu saberia: há coisas primeiras que já querem as segundas, mesmo contra o nosso querer. O que é que me compele a manter estas ligações. Porque quero eu, à noite, ter direito à minha miséria. Porque é que não consigo ser livre. Porque obrigo o campo de trabalho a obedecer-me. Saudades de casa. Como se eu precisasse.

O campo de trabalho é um mundo prático. Vergonha e horror são luxos a que ninguém se pode dar. Age-se com preserverante indiferença, talvez com desalentada satisfação. Não tem nada a ver com o prazer da desgraça alheia. Acredito que quanto menor é o acanhamento perante os mortos, maior é o apego à vida. Mais nos deixamos embarcar em qualquer ilusão.