Quotes About Attachment

Before she risked getting a dog, she also had to find out how she would deal with the loss of Snowball when he died. If losing a mouse wrecked her, then a dog's death would absolutely destroy her, no doubt about it, none at all.

You'll b-b-be sorry. A g-g-girlfriend will w-walk away sooner or later, but a g-good comic b-b-b-book c-can be enjoyed over and over again.

We all arrive in this world with a ticket out of it, but somehow, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, we remain convinced that those we care about will be with us for a long ride.

They weren't keen on sending someone to dispose of his clothing and other personal effects.

I think sometimes we love so deeply, so profoundly, that anything else pales by comparison.

Of all the men you've dated over the years, Rowan's the best. And better yet, he loves you. A lot. If you let him go, you'll be sorry.

What do you call love, then? Someone I can't live without.

Maybe is wasn't love so much as a fear of losing everything I'd accomplished. I was afraid to let go.

If anyone loves the things of the world the love of the father is not in him" (1 John 2:15).

The more attachments we accumulate, the more we need this inner cleansing. If we have mental baggage, we need to unlearn; if we have emotional dependencies, we need to let them go; if we have possessions that clutter up our lives, we need to give them away.

One should never love anyone so greatly that you allow them to take control of your destiny

We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.

He gave you to me, she said, so low I could hardly hear her. Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.

Your face is my heart

You cannot compel love, he said finally, nor summon it at will. Still less, he added ruefully, can you dismiss it.

It wasn't the risk, I said, flicking my toes at a big black-and-white splotched carp. Or not entirely. It was—well, it was partly fear, but mostly it was that I—I couldn't leave Jamie. I shrugged helplessly. I—simply couldn't.

You are mine," it had said. "Mine! And I will not let you go.

of Jamie. God, how could I do it? Leave him

It hadn't occurred to him that if she had little else, it would be that much more important to Joan Findlay to cling to her one valuable possession-her pride.

Well, of course he does, Sassenach," Jamie said, reaching for another slice of toast. "He left her his dog.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?

If needs must, she could do those things for herself-or find another man. And yet...she needed him-would mourn his loss if it came. Perhaps forever. In his present vulnerable mood, that knowledge seemed a great gift.

Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you