Quotes About Attachment

I'm in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it's difficult to analyze love when you're in it.

I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.

Once you have lived in New York and made it your home, no place else is good enough

I could be held back just by being needed. Please try not to need me. That's the worst bait of all to a lonely man.

There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not.

We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.

but it's our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours- being born on it, working it, dying on it. That makes ownership, not a paper with numbers on it.

And as he was capable of giant joy, so did he harbor huge sorrow, so that when his dog died the world ended.

um homem tem de ter qualquer coisa a que se ligue, qualquer coisa que ele possa estar certo de encontrar lá de manhã.

They had long ago found out that one could not be an owner unless one were cold.

And all their love was thinned with money.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past? [...] How if you wake up in the night and know -and know the willow tree's not there? Can you live without the willow tree? Well, no, you can't. The willow tree is you

Sure, cried the tenant men, but it's our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours-being born on it, working it, dying on it.

They say a clean cut heals soonest. There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go.

Don't know. I'll have to think about it. They say a clean cut heals soonest. There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go.

They say a clean cut heals soonest. There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go.

Grandpa didn't die tonight. He died the minute you took 'im off the place [...] He was that place, an' he knowed it.

His attention seemed tied to her face by a taut string.

We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours--being born on it, working it, dying on it. That makes ownership, not a paper with numbers on it.

She loved him. She really did. And he knew it. and you can't leave a thing like that.

There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not.

Azt mondják, tiszta vágás gyógyul be leghamarabb. Nincs szomorítóbb dolog a szememben, mint az olyan kapcsolat, amelyet nem tart össze más, csak a ragacs a postabélyeg hátán. Ha nem láthatod, nem hallhatod, nem érintheted meg a barátodat, legjobb, ha hagyod, menjen isten hírével.

I have never loved any woman before. Now I love, and will love.

Nobody belongs to us, except in memory." (Grandparenting [1994])