Quotes About Attachment

To walk by his grave every Sunday is both a pain and a pleasure. She wants to lie there so that her body covers it. She wants to dig down with her bare hands. She wants to strike it with a tree branch. She wants to build a structure over it, to shield it from the wind and the rain. Perhaps she would come to live in it, there, with him.

She wouldn't let them take Hugo. They had to prise him from her. It took her father and a man they'd got from somewhere. Her mother stood by the window until it was all over.

May I keep this?" It was not a question. He was already turning away, placing her miniature painting inside his leather book and tying the straps, so that the bird could never fly away again, even if it had lived.

This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things. I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

The ego wants to own every­thing; this denies the invinci­bility of surrender, the hand­maid­en of love.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

Out of my ignorance, I called you a homeland and I forgot homelands are taken away.

You ask: What is the meaning of "homeland"? They will say: The house, the mulberry tree, the chicken coop, the beehive, the smell of bread, and the first sky. You ask: Can a word of eight letters be big enough for all of these, yet too small for us?

During infancy, oxytocin focuses your brain on remembering the characteristics of the people who raise you and linking these cues with stress relief, even if your caregivers are inconsistent or cruel. Consequently

We naturally like what we have been accustomed to, and are attracted towards it. [...] The same is the case with those opinions of man to which he has been accustomed from his youth; he likes them, defends them, and shuns the opposite views.

I don't. If it mattered to me even one bit, I wouldn't be here with you, Nakano-san!

Wherever you went, I'd go with you,' I decided. 'Though you'd soon get bored with me.

I called her Minnie all the time. She loved our house as much as I hated it.

Hadn't another wise man, the Buddha himself, warned about the evils of attachment?

Porquinho-da-Índia Quando eu tinha seis anos Ganhei um porquinho-da-índia. Que dor de coração me dava Porque o bichinho só queria estar debaixo do fogão! Levava ele prá sala Pra os lugares mais bonitos mais limpinhos Ele não gostava: Queria era estar debaixo do fogão. Não fazia caso nenhum das minhas ternurinhas . . . — O meu porquinho-da-índia foi minha primeira namorada.

Es curioso que uno no pueda estar sin encariñarse con algo. Es como si la mente segregara sentimiento sin parar... -¿Vos creés? -... lo mismo que el estómago segrega jugo para digerir.

Que me da lástima porque me encariñé con los personajes. Y ahora se terminó, y es como si estuvieran muertos.

Es curioso que uno no puede estar sin encariñarse con algo… Es… como si la mente segregara sentimiento, sin parar…

The underlying dynamic here is that a want can easily be interpreted as a need. This happens in two ways. First, we can make our emotions the criteria of reality. "If I feel that something is true, then it must be true." Second, we can indulge a desire for so long that we become dependent upon its fulfillment. Eventually, we believe that we cannot live without the object to which we have become attached. We become trapped by our desires.

Her iPhone, like Skylar, was dead.

Vidiš", re?e on sjedaju?i, "to je ?udno, ali pronalazimo svakojake razloge ne bismo li sprije?ili sebe da volimo, zato što se plašimo da ?emo patiti, da ?emo jednog dana biti ostavljeni. Volimo, me?utim, život, iako znamo da ?e nas on jednog dana napustiti.

je suis une ombre dans ta vie,tu es bien plus que ça dans la mienne et ça me fait du mal

Sabes?- dijo sentándose-, tiene gracia, todos encontramos buenas excusas para no permitirnos amar, por miedo a sufrir, por miedo a que un día nos abandonen. Y, sin embargo, cuánto amamos la vida, pese a saber que algún día nos abandonará.