Quotes About Dysfunction

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America is, in its DNA, an anti-statist country. The Right comes at it by defunding government. The Left does it by encumbering it with so many rules and requirements that it has a similar dysfunctional effect. As the political theorist Samuel Huntington once explained, power in America is not divided, as is often said, but rather shared and contested, so that you need broad agreement and compromise to get anything done.

That's not the way he told it, Tarwater said. He said that when the schoolteacher was seven years old, he had good sense but later it dried up. His daddy was an ass and not fit to raise him and his mother was a whore. She ran away from here when she was eighteen years old. It took her that long? the stranger said in an incredulous tone. My, she was kind of a ass herself.

She didn't like to admit it about her own kin, least about her own brother, but there he was—good for absolutely nothing.

I think everyone is fairly fed up with mildly dysfunctional people being put under pressure and then behaving abysmally.

Around 2013-14, I started ranting on Twitter about the communal dysfunction that society was getting into. And I would have fights with trolls.

My mother, whom I love dearly, has continually revised my life story within the context of a complicated family history that includes more than the usual share of divorce, step-children, dysfunction, and obfuscation. I've spent most of my adult life attempting to deconstruct that history and separate fact from fiction.

My childhood was marked by a tension between privilege on the one hand and emotional dysfunction on the other.

The simple truth is addicts of all types typically report multiple instances and forms of early-life neglect, abuse, shame, and family dysfunction.18 In one survey asking sex addicts about their childhoods,

At the time I was living with a Mexican woman and it looked as if the relationship would be the death of her, and me, and the neighbors, and sometimes even the people who ventured to pay us a visit.

Women from dysfunctional homes (and especially, I have observed, from alcoholic homes) are overrepresented in the helping professions, working as nurses, counselors, therapists, and social workers. We are drawn to those who are needy, compassionately identifying with their pain and seeking to relieve it in order to ameliorate our own.

It has already been noted that children in dysfunctional families feel responsible for their family's problems and also for solving them. There are basically three ways in which children attempt to save their families: by being invisible, ,by being bad, or by being good.

Where there is denial there is dysfunction, and the more one's faith resembles a fairy tale the sooner the clock strikes midnight.

You know Travis, Maggie," Leila said. "He's toxic. Like, you can't touch him—it burns. And Marshall. He's just different when his father's around. I hate to say it. I'm afraid of him. Of both of them. My own brother and nephew.

heterosexuality is considered an emotional dysfunction. Relatively easy to cure.

Our species' dysfunction has produced the herditary myopia of which we are all uncomfortably familiar. People find it hard to care about other people beyond their own tribe or country, and even then past one or two generations. It is harder still to be concerned about animal species -- except for dogs, horses, and others of the very few we have domesticated to be our servile companions.

Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf.

They had an open marriage. Sex was no big deal. I wouldn't be surprised if Charles didn't get off watching this. The two of them were as bad as each other.

Rock bands are not exactly magnets of functional people.

I don't know that anyone comes from a truly functional family.

You stop! I hate you! Everybody hates you! I wish everybody would run out of the house and let you scream yourself to death! You will scream yourself to death in a minute, and I wish you would!

Neither my sisters, who were nowhere near, nor I knew depression; we knew bad mood. We didn't know drinking as disease, but as character flaw. Weakness. We didn't know "dysfunctional," but we lived it. We knew that if you were miserable, you brought it on yourself. She taught us.

Organizations the world over are full of people who are unable to recognize repetitive behavior patterns that have become dysfunctional. They're stuck in a vicious, self-destructive circle and don't even know it—much less how to escape.

I kept trying to find a way to turn myself so that I couldn't see the telephone poles or be in the path of father's breath. I was feeling dizzy and then very sick and the father was shouting, 'WHAT THE--GO TO THE HEAD, DO IT IN THE HEAD! DON'T PUKE ON ME, CLYDE! CLYDE!' I never did finish my letter to Jesus. I tried for a while but I couldn't think of anything else to say besides, Have a Good Summer and Stay Crazy.