Quotes About Attachment

That boy is your weakness. Page 128

And you will still love him, mortal girl, long after his feelings evaporate like morning dew.

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.

I am overcome with a feeling of nostalgia for something I haven't yet lost.

For you I am forever undone

I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

I think of how he would hate to be trapped like this. How unfair it would be for me to keep him this way and call it love.

Surely the idea of a few more months tied to me can't be such a hardship that you'd like to tie yourself to me for years.

However secretive his nature, however foolish his reasons for loving his father, I like that he does.

And despite myself, despite what he'd done and what he was, I came to love him. I do love him. It's just not a comfortable kind of love.

I hate being vulnerable. I hate that i throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way i cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that i like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

No one in chains could ever truly love you.

There is always something to lose.

Love just is. You can fall in love after a minute or a week or a month or years. But once you love, there's no taking it back, at least not if it's a true love." Rereading

Guilt is a good friend, isn't it? It will stand at your back when every other friend has abandoned you, and in the face of all reason it will stay by your side, and even when you tell it, "I am moving on now," it will say, "I shall never leave you; never." If only I could find a lover as faithful as guilt.

True love rules especially through memory.

Una mujer es coqueta mientras no ama.

Cu cât îi este mai josnic? via?a cu atât ?ine omul la ea, via?a lui e atunci un protest, o r?zbunare de toate clipele.

Retrouver Paris! savez-vous ce que c'est, ô Parisiens?

Although the human heart may stop and rest as it climbs the peaks of an attachment, it rarely pauses on the slippery downward slope of hatred.

To give up another person's love is a mild suicide; like a very bad inoculation as compared to the full disease.

But, as your saints teach and we have always known, attachment enslaves you. Only those free from it see the world as it really is and have power over themselves and all things.

That was the irony: Her mother loved things so much that she had nothing.

When you were young you talked about "falling in love" with such amusing gravity, as if it were an actual recordable event, when what was it really? Chemicals. Hormones. A trick of the mind. She could have fallen in love with Connor. Easily. Falling in love was easy. Anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky.