Passion versus Detachment

I read once that "only really passionate people know anything about detachment because they are forced to learn it or die; no one comes willingly to detachment" and I agree, to an extent, but I am slightly more compelled by Anaïs Nin's assertion that this detachment has a price, because inevitably there comes a day when the risk to remain tight in a bud is more painful than the risk it takes to blossom.