Quotes About Attachment

Something is happening to me, Nelly. I can feel a strange change coming in my life, and its shadow is hanging over me. I'm not interested in living any more – I can hardly even remember to eat or drink. I hate to see Catherine and Hareton because they remind me so much of Cathy. But then – everything I see reminds me of her! I see her in every cloud and tree. Wherever I go, I'm surrounded by her.

Todos mis dolores en este mundo han consistido en los dolores que ha sufrido Heathcliff, y los he seguido paso a paso desde que empezaron. El pensar en él llena toda mi vida. Si el mundo desapareciera y él se salvara, yo seguiría viviendo, pero si desapareciera él y lo demás continuara igual, yo no podría vivir.

Si todo pereciera y él se salvara, yo podría seguir existiendo; y si todo lo demás permaneciera y él fuera aniquilado, el universo entero se convertiría en un desconocido totalmente extraño para mí.

Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff!

My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself.  If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger:

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

Nelly, I am Heathcliff!

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

El pensar en él llena toda mi vida. Si el mundo desapareciera y él se salvara, yo seguiría viviendo, pero si desapareciera él y lo demás continuara igual, yo no podría vivir.

My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part if it.

No se acuerda de aquellos tiempos en que él era todo el mundo para ella, y ella lo único que él conocía

No se acuerda de aquellos tiempos en que él era todo el mundo para ella, y ella lo único que él conocía en el mundo

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

A che scopo esisterei, se fossi tutta contenuta in me stessa? I miei grandi dolori, in questo mondo, sono stati i dolori di Heathcliff, io li ho tutti indovinati e sentiti dal principio. Il mio gran pensiero, nella vita, è lui. Se tutto il resto perisse e lui restasse, io potrei continuare ad esistere; ma se tutto il resto durasse e lui fosse annientato, il mondo diverrebbe, per me, qualche cosa di immensamente estraneo: avrei l'impressione di no farne più parte.

He would have recoiled still more had he been aware that her attachment rose unsolicited, and was bestowed where it awakened no reciprocation of sentiment; for the minute he discovered its existence, he laid the blame on Heathcliff's deliberate designing.

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.

it's funny how you can't exactly pick your crush. well, you can, but once it get hold of you, it's hard to shake off.

It's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.

Love is seldom—almost never—an even proposition. Someone always loves more.

I wonder why I miss her and Dex does not. Perhaps it is because I've known her so much longer. Or maybe it's the very nature of a friendship versus an intimate relationship. When you are in a relationship, you are aware that it might end. You grow apart, find someone else, simply fall out of love. But a friendship isn't a zero-sum game, and as such, you assume it will last forever, especially an old friendship. You take its permanence for granted, which might be the very thing so dear about it.

He was my escape, and sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love.

did I ever stop loving him the way you're supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you're with?