Quotes About Attachment

I use to want a relationship with no strings attached, but then I realized the strings are what holds a real relationship together.

I just can't imagine being me without you.

Money is the closest to everything, but also what distances us from many things.

Don't try to own anything in Life as nothing belongs to you but it's given to you in trust

Don't get attached to someone too much, it hurts you greatly. Because life starts when you fall in love, but does not end when love ends.

If you don't get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don't want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can't hold on to it forever

He no longer belongs to me alone.

Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother's lyre. He had brought it with him. 'I wish I had known,' I said the first day, when he had showed it to me. 'I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it.' He smiled. 'Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.

midwife gave my mother a pillow to hold instead of me. My mother hugged it. She did not seem to notice a change had been made.

Él se removía y el aire del interior de la tienda con él, impregnando el ambiente con su suave aroma a musgo. «Es esto lo que voy a echar de menos. Me mataré antes que perderlo», pensé, y luego me pregunté: «¿Cuánto tiempo tenemos?».

Je le reconnaîtrais rien qu'au toucher, ou à son odeur, je le reconnaîtrais si j'étais aveugle, aux seuls bruits de sa respiration et de ses pas martelant le sol. Je le reconnaîtrais dans la mort, à la fin du monde.

You care more for him in death than in life.

Jamás voy a dejarle. Será así siempre, hasta que él me abandone». -La canción de Aquiles (Madeline Miller)

Y a pesar de lo herido que me sentía, bajo ningún concepto deseaba verle marchar ni contemplarle nervioso y temeroso, como el resto de nosotros.

Begitukah semua orang, yang begitu lama meninggalkan negerinya, sehingga mereka tak betah lagi dimana pun, baik Belanda maupun di Hindia? Atau, kita akan terbiasa lagi, bila saja mempunyai keluarga, sebuah home?

There is something comforting about being tied up. Like when you were a baby and your mother strapped you in the car seat. She wanted you to be safe. It was an act of love.

Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.

Wasn't it hard that you did so much for children and loved them so deeply and they seemed so indifferent to you in return?

I wanted Lane. I wanted to keep her for my own. I wanted to lock her up in this house and keep her for me.

We don't get to choose what or whom we love, I want to say. We just don't get to choose.

and I am missing you in the way that spreads. I'm trying to wear my freedom like an amulet, make it something I'll never forget.

I am not yet sure how to sever the love from the lover without occasioning some degree of carnage.

Indeed, one of the gifts of genderqueer family making—and animal loving—is the revelation of caretaking as detachable from—and attachable to—any gender, any sentient being.

He thinks of his grief over his sister as an entity that is horribly and painfully attached to him, the way a jellyfish might adhere to your skin or a goitre or an abscess. He pictures it as viscid, amorphous, spiked, hideous to behold. He finds it unbelievable that no one else can see it. Don't mind that, he would say, it's just my grief. Please ignore it and carry on with what you were saying.