Quotes About Attachment

It's like, it's kind of like if you ever had a car and it was a bit of a clunker but you love it, that's my show. It's a bit of a clunker but I know where everything is and I like it.

Someone said it's not wrong to have things. It's wrong when your things have you.

Where your money goes, there your heart follows.

Life has trained many of us to think of love as temporary and conditional.

You collect things as you go—the things you think are important—and soon they weigh you down until you realize that these things you cared so much about mean nothing at all. Our natures are our natures." He grunted. "And they are all we are left with.

It was strange the paths the human heart chose to take and the attachments it made along the way. The surest sign of the altruistic nature of the organ is its ability to ignore race, color, creed, and gender and just blindly love with all its might—one of the most irrefutable forces on earth. They

Maybe that's what happens when you invest so much of yourself in something: whether it is a person or a place, your soul is loath to leave it. I looked for Danny's outline on those hills and thought maybe his ghost or spirit was still here, looking over the place that had been his. Maybe you stayed until you realized it wasn't yours anymore and then you went on your way.

Empty in this dirt and flat on my back both hands gripped tightly and widely around my bare neck the truth of it all is i am very capable of love it's just that im not capable of letting you go and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes

Holding something doesn't make it yours. You realize at some point you're just keeping it back for yourself, because it's pulling away with equal force. You've got to cut the string from your finger and leave that wispy thread, like a baby spider on the breeze.

Feeling that one has some leverage upon something, even by proxy or association, makes one a great deal more interested in it.

Love doesn't hurt, and won't fade away with the memory either. There's no right or wrong, no past, no future. Just beauty, noticed on the inside, thanks to the ones we care for the most. Encouragement, to dedicate yourself and protect. So join the dance, attach and then let go if you need to. Ain't no escape, it always finds a way to touch you deep inside, because love is part of who you are.

I still love you, Gustavo, but it's a habitual love, a wound in the knee that predicts rain.

Mírame, miénteme, pégame, mátame si quieres Pero no me dejes. No, no me dejes, nunca jamás Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Sometimes I think I would rather just remember it in my head, all those streets and the places I loved. The way it smelled of car exhaust and sweet fruit. The thickness of the heat. The sound of dogs barking in alleyways. That's the Panama I want to hold on to. Because a place can do many things against you, and if it's your home or if it was your home at one time, you still love it. That's how it works.

And I would discover how much of life is defined by what you want to keep and what you are forced to lose.

I thought suddenly, what is the meaning of all these things? All these bags and bags I've been packing? We could take everything we have with us. We could take every single thing that every single person in the world has ever had. But not of it would mean anything to me. Because no matter how much I took and no no matter how much I had for the rest of my life, I didn't have him anymore. I could have piled everything from here straight to heaven. None of it was him.

do many things against you, and if it's your home or if it was your home at one time, you still love it. That's how it works.

Maybe it was denial, but maybe it was her only way of holding on to someone she had loved. Maybe we should all be so passionate.

I took his razor from the shower floor, bits of his black hair still caked between the blades. I took his toothbrush from the sink counter and sucked on the bristles, trying to find the taste of him, but there was only the flavor of watery mint toothpaste....I pulled the sheets off the bed with the idea that I could gather up the imprint of him and save it. I thought, I can unfurl the sheets on our old bed at home. I can lie in the creases formed by his body. I can sleep with him again.

We knew from the outset and in a terribly selfish way that our interest lay only in each other.

But some of us have moved away and they are the ones who miss this street the most. They will always belong here even when they think they no longer do.

His love for her was quiet and constant, familiar and soothing; it was almost its own thing entirely, like a worn rock or a set of worry beads, something he'd pick up and weigh in his palm occasionally, more comforting than dispiriting.

How tragic could a breakup be when it was a part of the fabric of expectation from the beginning?

The way I feel about you-it's wild and it's dark. I want you with me all the time. I want your body, your heart. I want you to need me as much as I need you.