Quotes About Attachment

I don't get that much enjoyment out of saying 'I own it.'

I was supposed to do only one or two episodes of 'Big Little Lies,' but I realized I couldn't just step away.

I love America the way I love my family - I was born into it. And there's no escape out of it.

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now.

Peace of mind come when we let go of attachments.

someone whose heart is at peace is blessed. peace of mind comes when we let go of our attachments. attachments come from foolishness, and foolishness develops when we don't know the purpose of our lives.

The important thing is to be honest with yourself. And to have the will and determination. My emotions are not me, but mine. My memories are not me, they're mine. I am the master of my emotions and my memories. So now, all you have to do is make up your mind firmly to leave those things behind without attachment or regret, and go through with it.

How can we love without attachment? To do this, we need to maintain the freedom of our souls. You can gain the freedom of your soul when you transcend the emotion of romantic love, sublimating it as peace, a higher level of emotion. When you are centered in the freedom and peace of your soul, you will come to accept dispassionately even painful separation. Then you can have a higher level of love for others, centered not in attachment, but in the growth, freedom, and peace of each other's soul.

Someone whose heart is at peace is blessed. Peace of mind comes when we let go of our attachments. Attachments come from foolishness, and foolishness develops when we don't know the purpose of our lives. We become attached to money, prestige, and people When we doubt know why we live, why we've come to the Earth and what we should live for.

The things we are attached to are no more than shadows of the past. However, we do not recognize that, and as long as we hold onto them, they become a part of the present and follow us around

But nothing could be held true for the rest of one's life, every coveted thing in the end was maya, illusion, a myth, and this the great sages of India had always understood --- little was real. We were put on this earth transitorily; we deposited our genes in offspring; deluded ourselves that we would be missed when we were gone; pretended that money, wealth, titles, and land were to be desired. But every such thing was ephemeral, prone to change. The only reason to live was love.

Ama an?msama dendiÄŸinde, belleÄŸim yaln?zca al???lm?? an?lar?, geride kalm??, eskitilmiÅŸ, terk edilmiÅŸ ÅŸeyleri dile getiriyorsa eÄŸer o zaman, içinde art?k beni hiçbir ÅŸeyin rahats?z etmemesi gereken bir an?lar daÄŸarc???ndan henüz uza??m, hem de çok uza??m demektir.

And that's what makes me sure I did the right thing. Sometimes loving someone means you have to be willing to let them go.

Ci sono certe cose, nel cuore, che non muoiono, e gli amori della prima infanzia sono gli amori più forti.

You, the damnable place of my birth, my eternal Decembers.

He'd be much, much more in love with the little one if he could give her nice clothes and diamonds and soft furs… that's just the way it is: the more brilliant and impressive a role you can play for someone, the more you love them.

I just love him too much—and in every way, and I only have to look at him for everything else to become meaningless to me, utterly, utterly meaningless

There's no love without pain.

If you ask for too much, you lose even that which you have.

If I write something, I fear it will happen, and if I love too much, I fear I will lose that person; nevertheless, I cannot stop writing or loving...

Tout le grand charme poignant de la vie vient peut-être de la certitude absolue de la mort. Si les choses devaient durer, elles nous sembleraient indignes d'attachement.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

the springs of human joy are almost always poisoned by possessiveness; and the joy of possession is restricted by the object possessed and by the fear of losing it.

Mama, don't take him. We need him,' Jack whispered. 'Please. He will not forget you if you let him stay with us. He will love you for ever and every time he laughs, he will remember how you once laughed...