Quotes About Attachment

And second, I will always call you Elena-mine.

Love is no rose. It's a goddamn weed that digs its roots in so deep, there's no hope of getting it out.

You are here," he said in a tone that made her heart thump wildly against her ribs, "because you belong to me.

Tammy's eyes widened. "Oh, my God, Dorian, it's not only lust, is it? You're starting to fall for her. She matters." Tammy was wrong, Dorian thought, looking out and into the yard again. The truth was, he'd already fallen for her.

You made me fall in love with you. You don't get to go now!

Ahora que ha llegado el momento, resulta que no puedo decir adiós, que no puedo soportar la idea de dejarte ir. Es una necesidad egoísta y obstinada, pero soy su cautiva.

Sarah loved Abe with a devotion that terrified her. She knew he didn't love her back.

My father is a hard man to love. I've never been sure if he even wants love, or if all he wants or needs is obedience. As for returning any affection given, that's a non-event. To Ishaan Rai, his family is his possession.

With time, material things—once we let go—have a way of not having the significance we've pinned to them.

I'll miss you. If you stay, I'll kiss you. Cause you're my girl, girl.

we named her Dorothy Ann. Dolly, for short. I kissed her warily, fearful of the pain of loving her, love her, though love her I did; fearful lest she hurt me by dying.

Trouble was, the string tethering it to the ground was what kept the kite flying. Without its connection it would never stay aloft.

I would say that until we are independent, we cannot choose to be empathetic. The pivotal word is choice. The empathy an independent person chooses to offer is more reli- able than that of a person who lives through attachments. It is lack of inde- pendence, an addiction to connections, that makes us mean, bitchy, and less than empathetic when we fear that the connection to our best friend/husband/lover is threatened.

I hate goodbyes," said Mrs. Aster. My eyes were still closed. "So do I," I said, thinking for a minute before adding, "But I love hellos." -Eliza

But I cannot leave you, Edith. In fact, I find myself thinking of you at the most inopportune moments of the day. I feel as if a link, a thread, exists between your heart and mine. And that, should that link be broken by distance or time... well, I fear my heart would cease to beat and die. And you'd soon forget about me." Edith found breath to speak. "Never. I would never forget you.

L'image de ta Berlinoise en train de flotter d'un lit à l'autre, ne m'attire pas comme elle a l'air de t'attirer. A la longue, on s'en laisse : on est tellement perméable qu'on se sent devenir transparent, et quand on rencontre (par exemple) un couple qui vit ensemble et dans le même village depuis cinquante ans, on en pleurerait...

Parce que très certainement nous avons toujours connu ce sentiment auquel nous avons donné le nom d'exil. Le sentiment d'être dedans/dehors, d'appartenir sans appartenir.

Your childhood stays with you all your life, no matter where you go.

Where did the bonds of maternity end? All children grew up, changed, became somebody else. Parents who trembled that they might lose a gap-toothed toddler to some terrible accident ended up losing him anyway, always, to time. The toddlers died, after all, and what was left was a bond with another adult, who had once been the beloved child.

To fall in love you have to be in the state of mind for it to take, like a disease.

But his letters . . . I took them with me, let the "ounces" cry aloud. I tried to leave, and could not. They would not be left; it was not my fault. I will not be scolded.

That to which your heart clings and entrusts itself is, I say, really your God.

In a rare moment of self-awareness, the young woman even understood that her dependence was probably unhealthy. Henry, she declared, was a man 'whom I love too much for my peace.

Strange surroundings make youngsters cling to habits that represent earlier securities.