Quotes About Attachment

Another cat? I followed Maya into the bedroom. There a third cat, a heavy brown-and-black male, sauntered out from under the bed and sniffed at me. I could smell his fish breath. "And that's Emmet," Maya told me. Stella, Tinkerbell, and Emmet. Why on earth would one woman want three cats?

When goslings hatch, they can't do much of anything for themselves," Mom explained. "So the very first thing they do is look around for their mother. Usually she's right there, sitting on the nest. But if she's gone for some reason, then the babies will decide that whatever animal they see first must be their mom. They'll follow that animal everywhere, and learn how to behave from it.

I loved being with my mother. I loved her closeness and her smell and her warmth. But I knew, deep down, that I should belong to a human family, just like my brothers and sisters. What if I never found my human family? What if nobody wanted me?

You will forget me soon. Oh dear one, hate me rather than forget.

O DO NOT LOVE TOO LONG by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) WEETHEART, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song. All through the years of our youth Neither could have known Their own thought from the other's, We were so much at one. But O, in a minute she changed-- O do not love too long, Or you will grow out of fashion Like an old song.

Women are crazy about pets. They're just crazy. Pets have nothing to do with it.

Nothing can be loved too much, but all things can be loved in the wrong way.

Love requires an Object But this varies so much Almost, I imagine anything will do: When I was a child I Loved a pumping engine Thought it every bit as Beautiful as you

my love was always woven with leaving

Sentimentality - that's what we call the sentiment we don't share.

Your problem is you're... too busy holding onto your unworthiness.

Cats names are more for human benefit. They give one a certain degree more confidence that the animal belongs to you.

Most affections are habits or duties we lack the courage to end.

Property is theft. Nobody "owns" anything. When you die, it all stays here.

Everything you cherish Throws you over in the end Thorns will grab your ankles From the gardens that you tend.

The emotional element which gives an obsessive value to communal existence is death.

Everything is good . . . as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death's horses they run in span.

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.

I don't mind about the dead ones. They're dead. The worst of it is, they cling to the living and won't let go.

Something was wrong with a world where people came and went so easily.

That is about the strongest bond in the world, the mother and the little boy. There couldn't be anything stronger.

But then I thought, Why bestow on him all this thinking? Why the appetite to know this guy? Ravenous because once upon a time he said to you and to you alone, "Basketball was never like this, Skip"? Why clutch at him? What's the matter with you? There's nothing here but what you're looking at.

Charles Williams loved his son with reservations, complaining that a child is a guest of a somewhat inconsistent temperament, rather difficult to get rid of, almost pushing; a poor relation rather than a pleasant kind.