Quotes About Attachment

I think the worst thing that ever happened to me was leaving home," she says honestly. "Why?" "Because I miss it like you'd never believe, and then I go away from this place and I miss here too. I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around? What will be left of me then?

Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love

She shrugged. "I don't have my horse anymore." " Your horse? The horse was mine." "Don't be ridiculous." Evanjalin continued walking up the track. "You would never have stolen the horse in Sarnak if I didn't encourage you. So I consider it mine.

Froi didn't know where home was anymore. He wanted to return to Lumatere, and he wanted to stay in Charyn. What strangeness was that? To belong in two kingdoms. He felt a sob rise within him that he swallowed hard the moment he felt Lirah and Gargarin at his shoulders.

Toto sits up, holding tight to the bar and staring out at the world. He drops a new toy that came with the pram and starts crying. Jimmy picks it up and crouches, looking into his caramel eyes. 'I'm Jimmy,' he whispers, 'and you're the first thing I've ever sort of owned and I don't want to get this wrong.

She clutched him, her fingers digging in like she needed to gather parts of him to act as her own second skin for the rest of her life.

Recuerdo amor. Es lo que tengo que seguir recordándome. Es gracioso cómo puedes olvidarlo todo, excepto el amor de las personas que te han querido. Tal vez por eso a los humanos nos cuesta tanto recuperarnos de las historias de amor. No es el dolor lo que tratan de superar, es el amor.

No,' I say, looking up at Griggs. 'It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else.' And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life

On Friday morning, when Eugenia leaves, Rosie bawls, trying to embrace her, but her grandmother isn't the type. The older woman just keeps on walking until she gets into the cab. It doesn't mean Eugenia feels less. Martha thinks it means that she feels more, but is worried about the dam that'll burst if she ever lets the emotion get the better of her.

I need to know that I can still breathe properly when he's not around.

Pero ¿Qué ocurrirá con nosotros cuando tu no estés bien? Nos volveremos patéticos, incluso más de lo que soy yo ahora. Así que, ¿Por qué iba a querer yo que alguien lo sea todo para mi, si un día puede dejar de estar cerca? ¿Entonces qué quedara de mi?

The dead are greedy for you.

Because I miss it like you'd never believe, and then I go away from this place and I miss here too. I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

Recuerdo amor. Es lo que tengo que seguir recordándome. Es gracioso cómo puedes olvidarlo todo, excepto el amor de las personas que te han querido. Tal vez por eso a los humanos nos cuesta tanto recuperarnos de las historias de amor. No es el dolor lo que tratan de superar, es el amo.

You can't hate what you're part of. What you are. I resent it most of the time, curse it always, but it'll be part of me till the day I die.

no quiero separarme de él, porque esta noche no quiero nada más que ser parte de él. Porque ser parte de él no es cualquier cosa; más bien lo es todo.

It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

Yes, it is cool, and I very much hope this baby likes me, he went on, because I think I'm already crazy about it, almost as much as I am about its mother.

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

I've never loved anyone the way I love you," he whispered. "Lucky them.

Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?" "Choosing." Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face. "I'm mine. Not anyone else's." "I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.

I don't know if you realize it or not, but your sudden devotion to her is creepy.