Quotes About Attachment

En el instante en el que comienza a significar algo para ti, te pertenece.

I felt in Ann Arbor the same way I did in the city—like everything was happening and I was missing it all when I wasn't there. I suppose there are several spots on earth where each one of us feels completely at home. For me, they are Ann Arbor

If you get too attached to how you want it to come out the other side, you freeze. I try to trust that it will work out in the end.

The feeling that you want to own someone body and soul, spirit them away from everyone else, have them all to yourself forever and ever and ever," Hugo said dreamily. "It's called love." "No, it's called kidnapping," said Tavi.

I look around myself wildly, my heart bursting with grief and fear and joy. I am leaving, but I will take this place and its stories with me wherever I go.

Belle's tears spilled over. "Even if I could get out of this place, I wouldn't know where to go," she sobbed. "Where is it, Lucanos? Where is my home?" The beetle sighed. He touched the tip of one leg to the place over Belle's heart. "It's here, foolish girl," he said. "Home is all the people, all the places, and all the things that you love. You carry it wherever you go. Don't you know that?

Home's all the people, all the places, and all the things that you love. You carry it wherever you go.

Serafina slid the ring off her finger… "You belong to another Sera, not me," she whispered.

My knee radiated heat. As I watched him pull himself from the car and walk casually across the brightly lit parking lot, I thought dumb things. I will never wash my knee again. I will never wash these jeans again. I will cut the knee out of these jeans and sew a pillow to sleep on every night, just to have a molecule of him in my bed with me.

Your love for me was a symptom that your brain hadn't developed.

He loves her so much that he can't even see her.

Don't get me wrong—I enjoy my real life, but I feel about it much the way I do about New York City, my chosen and adored home: I'm always happy to leave, and I'm always happy to come back.

years. In fact the whole apartment, which six years ago had seemed like a way station to some better place, had ended up solidifying around Sasha, gathering mass and weight, until she felt both mired in it and lucky to have it—as if she not only couldn't move on but didn't want to.

In fact the whole apartment, which six years ago had seemed like a way station to some better place, had ended up solidifying around Sasha, gathering mass and weight, until she felt both mired in it and lucky to have it—as if she not only couldn't move on but didn't want to.

Once the new children had become your allies, it was wrenching to leave them.

Question: Who do you go to first? The boy you love or the boy you love's dog?

I slept with my mom until I was 16 years old.

What is it with folks always talking about where they're from? You could grow up in a muddy ditch, but if it's your muddy ditch, then it's gotta be the swellest muddy ditch ever.

Xander smiled, and something about it made me want to cry. "Do you think it's okay," he said, sounding younger than I'd ever heard him, "that I loved playing those Saturday morning games? Loved growing up here? Loved the great and terrible Tobias Hawthorne?

When you were a kid," he continued, his voice even and low, "Your mother taught you to observe people. She also taught you not to get attached.

Aching for them, I wondered who had made Skye so desperate to be the center of someone's world that she couldn't even love her own children, for fear they wouldn't love her back enough.

Before I liked cars, yachts, having a door to lock, and you. :)

She loved him. It hurt to love him, and she loved him anyway.He left her, and she loved him anyway.

Grayson jerked to a halt, every muscle in his body taut. "Don't you say her name." His posture was angry, but his voice sounded like it was about to crumble. Like I'd gutted him. Not just Jameson. My mouth went dry. Emily didn't just matter to Jameson.