Quotes About Detachment

Familiarity breeds indifference.

That which besets me is indifference. I can't be bothered about people. Or rather, won't. For I avoid, carefully, all occasions for being bothered... Indifference is a form of sloth, and sloth in its turn is one of the symptoms of loveless-ness. One isn't lazy about what one loves. The problem is: how to love?

La familiaridad engendra la indiferencia.

Mortification has to be carried to the pitch of non-attachment or (in the phrase of St. Fran$ois de Sales) 'holy indifference'; otherwise it merely transfers self-will from one channel to another, not merely without decrease in the total volume of that self-will, but sometimes with an actual increase.

The soma tablets within reach of her hand -- there she remained, and yet wasn't there at all, was all the time away, infinitely far away, on holiday.

No pains have been spared to make your lives emotionally easy – to preserve you, so far as that is possible, from having emotions at all.

After an outburst, she would settle down and try to love him as reasonably as she could, making the best of his kindness, his rather detached and separate passion, his occasional and laborious essays at emotional intimacy, and finally his intelligence - that quick, comprehensive, ubiquitous intelligence that could understand everything, including emotions it could not feel and the instincts it took care not to be moved by.

Se ne andò lasciando aperta la porta - camminava un po' di sbieco, come se dovesse infilarsi in uno spazio stretto e lo facesse per fuggire da ogni cosa che era.

You shouldn't miss someone who don't miss you, right?

Escape through travel works. Almost from the moment I boarded my flight, life in England became meaningless. Seat belt signs lit up, problems switched off. Broken armrests took precedence over broken hearts. By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed.

clichéd in their repetition and their superficiality, but part of an identity that saved us from feeling utterly lonely and detached, mere passengers on a circular rock spinning through space.

Já esquecera os amigos, a cidade E o tédio das festas de vaidade.

I won't think about it now, there's nothing I can do about any of those things.

That's what I wanted for myself for even just a little while-to be unaware of the rest of the world. I needed some time.

But when you are engulfed in loss, how can you detach yourself in the transience of everything? How can I take a theoretically long view of things when every waking moment without Johannes is agony?

So cry if you need to, but I cant stay to watch you. Thats the wrong thing to do.

I thank everyone I don't love. They don't cause me heartache they don't make me write long letters they don't disturb my dreams I don't await them anxiously I don't read their horoscopes in magazines I don't dial their numbers I don't think of them. I thank them a lot they don't turn my life upside down.

...for me there is too little of life to spend most of it forcing myself into detachment from it.

Embrace nothing: If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha. If you meet your father, kill your father. Only live your life as it is, Not bound to anything.

The best thing to do with the best things in life is to give them up.

You can't get mad at weather because weather's not about you. Apply that lesson to most other aspects of life.

There's something to be said about sitting in front of the TV and being removed from your own life and just pushed into another one.

This is my child, this is my wealth: such thoughts are the preoccupations of fools. If we are unable to own even ourselves, why make such claims?

I shut myself off to make life bearable. I'm like a damn machine sometimes. Unfeeling. Uncaring. Emotionless.