Quotes About Attachment

ideology, a kind of conversion experience in which the unsettlement of the war, the experience of revolution, and emotional attachment to the idea of the nation created a generation that incorporated the revolutionary message of the National Socialists.

It hardly ever attaches to any other sin except one, and is never heard from any organized group of people except one.

You sucked it up in your mother's milk, that hate.

I've always held something back. The part of me I probably shouldn't have held back if I wanted any sort of meaningful relationship. The part that won't let you get close to anyone ever again because you know you're going to lose them, and you know how bad it feels. Because they're going to die.

In a Sufi fable, the elephant fell in love with a firefly, and imagined that it shone for no other creature but he; and when it flew long distances away, he was confident that at the center of its light was the image of an elephant.

I liked the place I came from, but a lot of what I liked about it was that I had come from there.

When you can't let your stuff go, your stuff won't let you move forward.

You think a thing has more value simply because it belongs to you. Experts called behavioral economists have noted an issue they call the endowment effect, Dr. Tolin says. Merely owning an item causes you to exaggerate its value, or "endow" it with more worth.

There are a few downsides to attaching memories to possessions. Often people feel that if they part with an object, they'll lose the memory attached to it, along with a special moment in their life. Or that a person now only living on in their memory would be forgotten completely and disappear forever.

Love isn't just wanting another person the way you want to own an object you see in a store. That's just desire. You want to have it around, take it home and set it up somewhere in the apartment like a lamp.

Ruth said, Love isn't just wanting another person the way you want to own an object you see in a store. That's just desire. You want to have it around, take it home and set it up somewhere in the apartment like a lamp. Love is-she paused, reflecting-like a father saving his children from a burning house, getting them out and denying himself. When you love you cease to live for yourself; you live for another person.

A szeretet nem csak annyi, hogy birtokolni akarod a másikat, mint egy tárgyat, amit megláttál a boltban. Az csak vágy. Azt akarod, hogy hazavihesd, elhelyezed a lakásban, akár egy lámpát. A szeretet... olyan, mint amikor az apa kimenti a gyerekét az égÅ' házból, és közben maga hal meg. Amikor szeretsz valakit, megsz?nsz magadért élni, a másikért élsz.

You can't go back, he thought. You can't go from people to nonpeople. In panic he thought, I'm dependent on them. Thank god they stayed.

And you can't feel grief unless you've had love before it—grief is the final outcome of love, because it's love lost.

No,' he said, 'memory's a poor thing to have. It's your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands I want. I didn't know I could ever love anything so much...

Do you think I could bear to live on after you died? Oh, Lyra, I'd follow you down to the world of the dead without thinking twice about it, just like you followed Roger; and that would be two lives gone for nothing, my life wasted like yours. No, we should spend our whole lifetimes together, good long busy lives, and if we can't spend them together, we... we'll have to spend them apart.

And he couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.

She was so deeply imbedded in my consciousness that for the first year of school I seem to have believed that each of my teachers was my mother in disguise.

He couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.

And he couldn't do it. He could not fucking die. How could he leave? How could he go? Everything he hated was here.

Our attachments are our temple, what we worship, no? What we give ourselves to, what we invest with faith." Steeply made motions of weary familiarity. "Herrrrrre we go." Marathe ignored this. "Are we not all of us fanatics? I say only what you of the USA only pretend you do not know. Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care.

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

In that moment, something crystallized--all the vague uninformed feelings of a lifetime suddenly snapped into focus with an enhanced clarity. Everything is tethered to everything else. With people, it isn't gravity or cables--it's money, promises, blood and feelings. The tethers are all the owrds we use to tie each other down.Or up. And we whirl around and around, just like asteroids cabled together. From Stars (anthology) Riding Janis

my religion is home and all that attends it.