Quotes About Attachment

When I was growing up, I never felt that I belonged anywhere because we never lived in a house for more than three months. That's all I knew, and that's why I don't really belong anywhere.

No existe nada como "yo", "mí" o "lo mío" a lo que aferrarse.

Nothing is to be clung to as 'I,' 'me,' or 'mine.

Imagine forty-five years of profound teaching distilled into one sentence: "Nothing is to be clung to as 'I,' 'me,' or 'mine.

Only the guilty and the lovers really fear. The first because of what they are, the second for what they might lose.

Like a spider web that you walk into, it is not so easy to get all the tendrils of real love off after you have passed through it.

Serious fans always need to feel uniquely connected to the object of their fandom; they jealously guard those points of connection, however tiny or imaginary, that justify the feeling of uniqueness.

Whatever else happened, she wanted a dog in her life.

It offended his sense of himself, because he was an individual from an age of individuals, and a string of lights was, like him, an individual thing. No matter how little the thing had cost, to throw it away was to deny its value...

Katz couldn't have said exactly why Walter mattered to him. No doubt part of it was simply an accident of grandfathering: of forming an attachment at an impressionable ago, before the contours of his personality were fully set.

The odd truth about Alfred was that love, for him, was a matter not of approaching but of keeping away.

that the more he rebelled against his parents and the more he made his life a reproach to theirs, the more deeply he rooted himself in the same childish relation to them.

The man who 'forgets' his toothbrush in a woman's house is a man who wants to come back.

There seemed to be almost nothing left of Lalitha; she was breaking up on him the way dead songbirds did in the wild-they were impossibly light to begin with, and as soon as their little hearts stopped beating they were barely more than bits of fluff and hollow bone, easily scatterd in the wind-but this only made him more determined to hold onto what little of her he still had.

No one stays haunted by a person they're not still in love with.

who you are, but I'm not in love with you.

He blamed her both for liking his mother and for

An accident of brain development stacked the deck against children: the mother had three or four years to fuck with your head before your hippocampus began recording lasting memories. You'd been talking to your mom since you were one year old and listening to her for even longer, but you couldn't remember a single word of what you or she had said before your hippocampus kicked into gear. Your

She could clearly perceive the contours of her obsession with him. It would have been sensible to tear it from her skull, but the object had grown too large to be removed without splitting her head open. Despite its sick enormity, it was also too beautiful to her.

Technological capitalism is an infernal machine. It always has its way with us. If it doesn't dismantle the Postal Service from without, it will steal its soul from within. The attachment of Americans to their post office is pure nostalgia. It's the double vision of a people whose hearts don't like what their desires have created.

that people were cruel to what they were afraid of loving.

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?

You can't love anything more than something you miss.

I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.