Tara Brach Quotes

It's terrible, once you've got a man into your blood!" she said.

Where desire ends up causing suffering is when it fixates.

Love is an obsession. It has that quality to it. But there are healthy obsessions, and mine is one of them.

I always wanted it, the fame. When it come, I didn't want to let it go.

We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

You're an addiction...my obsession.

He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.

I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.

Today I will go to wait for her again, because I cannot help it, because my whole being seems now to be bound up in the being of one so different from myself and yet so exquisitely familiar that I can scarely understand what has happened.

What is it about possessing things? Why do we feel the need to own what we love, and why do we become jerks when we do? We've all been there- you want something, to possess it. By possessing something you lose it. You finally win the girl of your dreams, the first thing you do is change her. The little things she does with her hair, the way she wears her clothes or the way she chews her gum. Pretty soon what you like, what you changed, what you don't like, blends together like a watercolor in the rain.

It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.

Many couples, many people, are not living with real human beings, but with their ghosts. Who has not followed for years the spell of a particular tone of voice, from voice to voice, as the fetishist follows a beautiful foot, scarcely seeing the woman herself? A voice, a mouth, an eye, all stemming from the original fountain of our first desire, directing it, enslaving us, until we choose to unravel the fatal web and free ourselves.

My Precious, my Precious.

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

We get caught. How? Not by what we give but by what we expect. We get misery in return for our love: not from the fact that we love but from the fact that we want love in return. There is no misery where there is no want. Desire, want, is the father of all misery. Desires are bound by the laws of success and failure. Desires must bring misery.

I always say neediness is the cause of suffering. I'm not the only one who says it. It's something I adopted and I believe.

It's strange, isn't it, how the idea of belonging to someone can sound so great? It can be comforting, the way it makes things decided. We like the thought of being held, until it's too tight. We like that certainty, until it means there's no way out. And we like being his, until we realize we're not ours anymore.

When I fall in love I'm obsessed.

Something in your eyes captured my soul, and every night I see you in my dreams. You're all I know. I can't let go.

Attachment is the shadow of the ego. Attachments are immediately created wherever you see 'I am'.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

It's pitch, sex is. Once you touch it, it clings to you.

Because I’ve had a taste and I’m not sharing. This isn’t just for fun. I may be slightly addicted.

Never love for me, only obsession.