Quotes About Attachment

Distancing has 3 reasons: Either you hate that person, you want to move on, or you're too scared to fall completely for that person.

It's really hard to decide when you're too tired to hold on, or you're too in love to let go.

It's hard to make a decision when you're too tired to hold on and too in love to let go.

Sorry I had to let you go but I couldnt hold on anymore. It kills me to let you go but its even worse to see that you dont care at all about me. You mean everything to me but I guess to you, I'm just another friend. The more I hold on, the more I'm going to get hurt. Someday I'm going to look back and regret and I'm gonna wish I tried harder but the sad truth is, that in the end the one that gets hurt isnt you, its me.

Sometimes I'm being annoying to you because I like you. Call me weird.

Our furthest-reaching resolutions are always made in a short-lived state of mind. I could barely conceive that the strange substance inhering in Gilberte, and radiating from her parents and the house where she lived, making me feel indifferent to everything else, could detach itself from her person and migrate into another.

Pois a posse do que se ama é uma alegria ainda maior do que o amor. Muitas vezes os que escondem de todos essa posse, só o fazem pelo medo de que o objeto amado lhes seja roubado. E a felicidade deles fica diminuída por aquela prudência de calar.

De sorte que é um erro falar em má escolha de amor, pois, desde que há escolha, só pode ser má.

To tell the truth, I had reached the point with Albertine where (if everything continues in the same way, if things follow the normal course) a woman has no more interest for us except as the means of transition to another woman.

She was genuinely fond of us; she would have enjoyed the long luxury of weeping for our untimely decease;

It was now so much a part of him, that it could not have been torn from him without destroying him almost entirely: as they say in surgery, his love was no longer operable.

E eu continuava resistindo. E essa resistência me custava cada vez menos esforço, porque, por muito apego que se tenha ao veneno que nos está fazendo mal, quando por uma necessidade se passa algum tempo sem ingeri-lo, não é possível deixar de apreciar o descanso, que antes era coisa desconhecida, e a ausência de emoções e sofrimentos.

He knew himself so little that he doubtless imagined that he was in love with her, perhaps indeed that he would be in love with her always

But above all my anguish was incomparably stronger this time, for many reasons, of which the most important was not perhaps that I had never tasted sensual pleasure with Mme de Guermantes or with Gilberte, but that since I did not see them every hour of every day and had no opportunity, and consequently experienced no need, to do so, my love for them lacked the all-powerful element of Habit.

brž ko ljubiš, nimaš nikogar ve? rad

When one is in love one has no love left for anyone.

C'est toujours l'attachement à l'objet qui entraine la mort du possesseur

Having a liking for someone is one thing; but to be afflicted with the sadness, the feeling of something irreparable having happened, the anguish which all accompany the onset of love, what is necessary is the risk – which may even be the object to which passion in its fretfulness tries to cling, rather than to a person – of an impossibility.

Every being we love, up to a point every being, is a Janus, showing us its pleasant face as it moves away from us, and its gloomy face if we know it is permanently available to us.

C'est peut-être de la même manière qu'une sorte de bouture prélevée sur un être, et greffée au cœur d'un autre, continue à y poursuivre sa vie, même quand l'être d'où elle avait été détachée a péri.

My darling, dear Marcel, I return less quickly than this cyclist, whose machine I would like to borrow in order to be with you sooner. How could you imagine that I might be angry or that I could enjoy anything better than to be with you? It will be nice to go out, just the two of us together; it would be nicer still if we never went out except together. The ideas you get into your head! What a Marcel! What a Marcel! Always and ever your Albertine.

Other people as a rule mean so little to us that, when we have invested one of them with the power to cause us so much suffering or happiness, that person seems at once to belong to a different universe, is surrounded with poetry, makes of one's life a sort of stirring arena in which he or she will be more or less close to one.

Umutsuzlu?a kap?lmak için, art?k ancak bedbaht olabilecek bu hayata ba?l? olmam?z gerekir.

Kaybetmekten en çok korktu?umuz zenginlikler, kalbimiz taraf?ndan ele geçirilmedikleri için, d???m?zda kalm?? olanlard?r.