Quotes About Attachment

It isn't possible to love and to part.

I love you. You're my only reason to stay alive... if that's what I am.

Loving a person is loving everything but the person. Being in love with that person is loving everything and that person.

You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you. All efforts to save me from you will fail.

One can love two children. But your heart can be given romantic love to only a single other, said Woolsey.

The I examined my own heart. And there you were. Never, I fear, to be removed.

I think I love you, Bennett. Probably not relevant at the moment so no need to say thanks.

You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.

I want to know why you love me.Because I don't make sense without you. You're part of me.

It's all interrelated, these destructive things I do. I latch on to people, like I'm collecting them. I'm always looking for a hero, you know?

You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you

Do not make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad.

This is my homeland; no one can kick me out.

Nunca puedes perder algo que es realmente tuyo, ni ganar algo que no lo es. El dinero aparecerá. Y si no lo hace, es porque nunca fue mío desde el principio".

La identidad y la posesión forman parte del dominio del ego. A través del ego nos apegamos a una ideología, a un partido político, a una persona y a nuestras opiniones fragmentadas y apasionadas.

You can only love something that refuses to be mastered.

Childhood companionship is forced upon the children (...) Childhood friendship, though it has to meet the same geographical and temporal prerequisites, is something rarer: a child does not seek to bond with another child. The bond, defying knowledge and understanding, either is there, or is not; once a bond comes into existence, no child knows how to break from it until the setting is changed.

but like all mothers whose children are growing up and drifting away from them, she felt an urge to stay in his shack as long as she could, to cling to anything that she could use, when he vanished from her life, to reconstruct a son from memory.

I grew up with the dread of seeing piles of old newspapers collect dust and used matches put back into matchboxes. But more than that, I dreaded the memories that were not mine, yet were so adamant to be heard and remembered as the only memories that mattered.

Her god is just like a Chinese parent, never running out of excuses to love a son.

Childhood companionship is forced upon the children (...) Childhood friendship, though is has ti meet the same geographical and temporal prerequisites, is something rarer: a child does not seek to bond with another child. The bond, defying knowledge and understanding, either is there, or is not; once a bond comes into existence, no child knows how to break from it until the setting is changed.

That would be hard. Ties are to be severed... not forgotten.

A girl doesn't notice unfairness until she falls in love

The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.