Quotes About Dependency

Apparently you couldn't stop loving some people, or needing their love, even when you knew better.

Mama could never leave Dad, and Leni would never leave Mama. And Dad could never let them go. In this toxic knot that was their family, there was no escape for any of them.

he hopes to be caught, sucked in, enveloped, and devoured. He seeks, as it were, the protecting, nourishing, charmed circle of the mother, the condition of the infant released from every care…No wonder the real world vanishes from sight!

We've arranged a civilization in which most crucial elements profoundly depend on science and technology. We have also arranged things so that almost no one understands science and technology. This is a prescription for disaster. We might get away with it for a while, but sooner or later this combustible mixture of ignorance and power is going to blow up in our faces.

It is we who are the parasites, and Earth the host

Nada más para dar una idea de la desproporción del poder de ambos países, la economía estadunidense es diecisiete veces mayor que la mexicana y el PIB per cápita de los Estados Unidos supera siete a uno al de México. El 80% de las exportaciones mexicanas tienen por destino al vecino del norte, mientras que las importaciones procedentes de México representan aproximadamente el 16% del total de los bienes adquiridos por los Estados Unidos en el exterior.

All of life is slightly dependent on magic. So is death.

I needed cutting now the way a diabetic needs insulin. It was a bulwark, steady and unyielding, I could throw up against the insidious, corrosive lapping of a whispering sea of uneasiness.

Of course, there is no simple answer. Trying to describe the process of becoming an alcoholic is like trying to describe air. It's too big and mysterious and pervasive to be defined. Alcohol is everywhere in your life, omnipresent, and you're both aware and unaware of it almost all the time; all you know is you'd die without it

and there is no simple reason why this happens, no single moment, no physiological event that pushes a heavy drinker across a concrete line into alcoholism. It's a slow, gradual, insidious, elusive becoming.

The knowledge that some people can have enough while you never can is the single most compelling piece of evidence for a drinker to suggest that alcoholism is, in fact, a disease, that it has powerful physiological roots, that the alcoholic's body simply responds differently to liquor than a nonalcoholic's.

attaching all your hopes and fantasies to something—or someone—outside yourself almost always has disastrous results.

This is a book about friendship between women, and the importance that they attach to intimacy and to looking after each other, and about how, under conditions of acute hardship and danger, such mutual dependency can make the difference between living and dying. It is about courage, facing and surviving the worst that life can offer, with dignity and an unassailable determination not to be destroyed.

But ultimately you could say that I don't have a problem with drugs so much as I have a problem with sobriety.

Recently I learned this amazing thing. If you become addicted to pain killers, it can go very, very wrong for you. Who knew?

Two drowning people can't save each other. All they can do is drag each other down.

Yes, he was a rock she could cling to. But he was also a rock she could smash herself to pieces against.

Disguising this edifying process in the United States are the handi-capitalists in nominally "private" institutions – from Wall Street money-shufflers and government-guaranteed mortgage hustlers to corn-state ethanol farmers and Silicon Valley solar shills – that are dependent on public handouts and mandates for their success.

For want of a nail the shoe is lost, for want of a shoe the horse is lost, for want of a horse the rider is lost.

He had been seen by another. He had become a part of the other's world, and therefore no longer in complete control of his own. The eye was another kind of cage. When it saw you the lid came down, and you were trapped.

The more people you love, the weaker you are. . . . Love no one but your children.

Here they had been for twenty-one years merely using water that continued to flow, and yet they had never given any real consideration to where the water came from.

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you...

The more people you love, the weaker you are.