Quotes About Attachment

Of course my flesh reaches for the earth. That is where it belongs.

At first it is strange. I am used to keeping him from her, to hoarding him for myself. But the memories well up like spring-water, faster than I can hold them back. They do not come as words, but like dreams, rising as scent from the rain-wet earth. This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in the summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this.

Would you rather I found you a place of your own right away?" "It doesn't matter." "Which would you rather do?" The effort of decision brought her out of her torpor. She made fists and her lips tightened. "I guess I have to be with you.

Love, built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

What you love is your own love. It's not love, it's selfishness. It's not me you think of, but what you feel about me.

He's a collector. That's the great dead thing in him.

În ciuda independenÈ›ei ei de suprafa??, simÈ›ea o nevoie esenÈ›ial? de a se ataÈ™a. Toat? viaÈ›a a încercat s? demonstreze contrariul, dovedind-o de fapt. Era ca o anemon? de mare, care se lipeÈ™te la prima atingere.

This is true of all collecting. It extinguishes the moral instinct. The object finally possesses the possessor.

Out of his other property, out of all the things he had collected, his silver, his pictures, his houses, his investments, he got a secret and intimate feeling; out of her he got none.

The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.

A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much

MACHEATH Is there any power, any force that could tear me from thee? You might sooner tear a pension out of the hands of a courtier, a fee from a lawyer, a pretty woman from a looking glass, or any woman from quadrille.—But to tear me from thee is impossible! AIR XVI—Over the Hills and Far Away Were I laid on Greenland's coast, And in my arms embrac'd my lass; Warm amidst eternal frost, Too soon the half-year's night would pass.

Once again, I was reminded that Tally was the prettiest girl I'd ever met, and when she smiled at me my mind went blank. Once you've seen a pretty girl naked, you feel a certain attachment to her.

Once you've seen a pretty girl naked, you feel a certain attachment to her.

She had read somewhere that we often grow to admire, even love, the very thing we so obsessively hate. It can become a part of our life, and we grow to rely on it, to need it. It defines us

On this the young Mary asserted herself, adamantly refusing to be detached from the main body of the court for very long.

The desire to never leave your side, the desire to never see you again. The desire to see your face asleep on the pillow beside my face and to see your eyes open in the morning when I lie next to you—just watching you, waiting for you to wake up.

there's a limit to enduring admiration being a substitute for love.

people can't, unhappily, invent their mooring posts, their lovers and their friends, anymore than they can invent their parents.

why Edward Bonshaw had been so attached to it? "A glooming peace this morning with it brings"—well, yes, and why would such darkness ever depart? Who can happily think of what else happened to Juliet and her Romeo, and not dwell on what happened to them at the end of their story?

There was something about the Midwest in her that Wallingford loved.

It's not the tattoos, my dear boy," Jack's father said, standing naked before him—the shocking white of William's hands and face and neck and penis being the only parts of him that weren't an almost uniform blue-black, some of which had faded to gray. "It's everything I truly heard and felt—it's everything I ever loved! It's not the tattoos that marked me.

Why do we need them if we hate them?" the daughter tiredly asked. "We hate them because we need them," the mother answered, her speech slurred.

Don't you see, Johnny? If he could, he would cut off his hands for you—that's how it makes him feel, to have touched that baseball bat, to have swung that bat with those results. It's how we all feel—you and me and Owen. We've lost a part of ourselves.