Quotes about Attachment
Nobody loved her and she wouldn't have liked it if they had, she considered love a serious disability.
- Toni Morrison
The real challenge the rich young man faced was not just giving up his possessions, but giving up himself. The last command Jesus says ("Come, follow me") is the one that we so often overlook and think that he must have left Jesus simply because he liked his green bills.
- George Weigel
If a man own land, the land owns him.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
I do believe that people can only be in love with one landscape in their lifetime. One can appreciate and enjoy many geographies, but there is only one that one feels in one's bones.
- JM Coetzee
One must love what is nearest, one must love what is to hand, as a dog loves.
- JM Coetzee
So what is it, he thought, that binds me to this spot of earth as if to a home I cannot leave? We must all leave home, after all, we must all leave our mothers. Or am I such a child, such a child from such a line of children, that none of us can leave, but have to come back to die here with our heads upon our mothers' laps, I upon hers, she upon her mother's, and so back and back, generation upon generation?
- JM Coetzee
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
- Khalil Gibran
You may forsake a person, a family, some location of the heart, but scars and memories cannot be discarded like used clothing.
- Chris Fabry
My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
He kissed the handkerchief, inhaled its perfume, put it over his heart, against his flesh in the daytime, and at night went to sleep with it on his lips. I feel her whole soul in it! he exclaimed. The handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply dropped it from his pocket.
- Victor Hugo
Lucie had been many things to me: a child, a source of comfort, a balm, an escape from myself; she was literaly everything for me but a woman.
- Milan Kundera