Quotes About Attachment

It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve. That's the deal. That's the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined. Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love and, like love, grief is non-negotiable.

In my experience, whatever happens clings to us like barnacles on the hull of a ship, slowing us slightly, both uglifying and giving us texture. You can scrape all you want, you can, if you have money, hire someone else to scrape, but the barnacles will come back or at least leave a blemish on the steel.

What was it like to be in love – and then to have that love taken away? Was it like losing a TARDIS? Was it like losing a friend?

He's kind, yes, but he will hurt you nonetheless, because he will leave. This is not his place. You've only to look in his eyes.

How does she feel about leaving her family? But it was always her wyrd.

The girl looked at the only home she had known, the furniture she had built with her own hands, the beautiful bowl by the hearth as new as the day the smith made it, and at her mother, who sat as though made of stone facing the cooling hearth with her back to the entrance and to the girl.

I don't want to be here alone. I want you to stay." "People don't stay just because you want them to.

What about you? Are you happiest and saddest right now that you've ever been?" "Of course I am." "Why?" "Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.

At the end, all that's left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that's why I've never been able to throw anything away. Perhaps that's why I hoarded the world: with the hope that when I died, the sum total of my things would suggest a life larger than the one I lived.

Certain persons in the world exist, not as personalities in themselves, but as spots or specks on the personalities of others. Always they are to be seen sitting in the same place, and holding their heads at exactly the same angle, so that one comes within an ace of mistaking them for furniture, and thinks to oneself that never since the day of their birth can they have spoken a single word.

Our country is the one our soul longs for, the one which is dearest of all to us. My country is—you! That is my native land, and I bear that country in my heart.

Ukrayna'n?n benim yurdum oldu?unu kim söylüyor? Kim, ne ad?na oray? bana yurt olarak vermi?? Ruhumu ok?ayan, beni sevgiyle kucaklayan her yer ya da her ?ey benim yurdumdur. Benim yurdum, varl???m her ?eyim sensin. Ya?ad???m sürece de sen olacaks?n. Hangi Kazak gelip beni senden koparabilecek görece?iz. Yeni yurdum için her ?eyi terk etmeye, yok etmeye haz?r?m!

A much loved person value nothing about the feelings untill he/she loose everything. They feel the love.

Your burden is of false self-identifications—abandon them all.

In dream you love some and not others. On waking up you find you are love itself, embracing all. Personal love, however intense and genuine, invariably binds; love in freedom is love of all.

We shall suffer as long as our thoughts and actions are prompted by desires and fears.

The man who carries a parcel is anxious not to lose it -- he is parcel-conscious. The man who cherishes the feeling 'I am' is self-conscious. The jnani holds on to nothing and cannot be said to be conscious. And yet he is not unconscious. He is the very heart of awareness. We call him digambara clothed in space, the Naked One, beyond all appearance. There is no name and shape under which he may be said to exist, yet he is the only one that truly is.

Do not be afraid of freedom from desire and fear. It enables you to live a life so different from all you know, so much more intense and interesting that, truly, by losing all you gain all.

To be is to suffer. The narrower the circle of my self-identification, the more acute the suffering caused by desire and fear.

Freedom means letting go. People just do not care to let go of everything. They do not know that the finite is the price of the infinite, as death is the price of immortality. Spiritual maturity lies in the readiness to let go of everything. The giving up is the first step. But the real giving up is in realizing that there is nothing to give up, for nothing is your own.

When the world does not hold and bind you, it becomes an abode of joy and beauty. You can be happy in the world only when you are free of it.

You are concerned with your own happiness and I am telling you that there is no such thing. Happiness is never your own, it is where the 'I' is not.

To recover we must understand and accept impermanence. We must replace the reactive survival instinct of clinging, grasping, and attachment with the wise response of nonclinging, nonattachment, and compassion. In a world where everything is constantly being pulled beyond our grasp, clinging and grasping always result in the rope burns and unnecessary suffering that accompanies it.

If we cling now, we suffer later. If