Quotes About Attachment

It would be so good to settle down and become part of somewhere again, instead of constantly passing through

it is only when you don't care that you don't desire

Why do we only miss what we can't have when we can't have it, but do nothing to keep it when we can?

What we find to love or to hate comes to us as a substitute for something else.

But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things.

I'd like it if you could love me for a little while at least.

i liked feeling strong and was uncomfortable knowing that had vanished whne he left. was my happiness so completely tied to him now that i could only feel like myself when he was near? i had no idea.

I had come alive here...this was my home, and though one day it would all trickle through my fingers like so much red dust, for as long as childhood lasted it was a heaven fitted exactly to me. A place I knew by heart. The one place in the world I'd been made for.

Is it nice? It's hard to care about people. You end up fretting all the time and feeling helpless, hoping they'll live forever. Only no one does.

Was my happiness so completely tied to him now that I could only feel like myself when he was near?

He was never yours, a voice in my head said. But what did that matter? I had lost him just the same.

Was my happiness so completely tied to him now that I could only feel like myself when he was near? I had no idea.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her." What

Knowing he was suffering pained me. That's the way love tangles you up. I couldn't stop loving him, and couldn't shut off the feelings of wanting to care for him—but I also didn't have to run to answer his letters.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

Listen, I wanted to say, when you fell in love with me you must also have been in love with my wings. Love them now. Love me. Love me, and let me go.

It's hard to care about people. You end up fretting all the time and feeling helpless, hoping they'll live forever. Only no one does." "Yes, that's love for you.

Mine hadn't, and neither had Cameron's. All the scars I still carry, she carries, too. Trust issues, attachment trouble, identity problems, feelings of emptiness, isolation, alienation, and despair—cracks in the soul that can't be mended. I've seen it. I've lived it. How anyone with a hole inside them will search on and on, sometimes all their lives, for ways to fill it.

This valley was more than my home. It beat in me like the drum of my own heart. Only

What were these strange feelings that made him want to protect her, live for her, and die for her?

The more he surrendered her, the more he would hold her dear. The fact that he gave her was to him a proof, and ought to be one for her as well, that she belonged to him: one can only give what belongs to you.

She was entrenched. She had dug a trench all around herself called Alexander , and she couldn't leave.

You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself.

they say, he's mine, and you say, all right, all right, he's yours, of course, take him. Nothing matters to me at all. Not me, not my food, not my bread, not my life, and not him either, nothing matters to me." "I ,Tatiana, fight for nothing