Quotes About Dependency

No woman is an island-ess. We fall in love in hope of anchoring ourselves to someone else, to keep from falling.

You are not an alcoholic or an addict. You are not incurably diseased. You have merely become dependent on substances or addictive behavior to cope with underlying conditions that you are now going to heal, at which time your dependency will cease completely and forever.

At the bottom of every person's dependency, there is always pain, Discovering the pain and healing it is an essential step in ending dependency.

It's the causes, not the dependent person, that must be corrected. That's why I see the United States' War on Drugs as being fought in an unrealistic manner. This war is focused on fighting drug dealers and the use of drugs here and abroad, when the effort should be primarily aimed at treating and curing that causes that compel people to reach for drugs.

Treatment for dependency at substance abuse treatment centers must change if alcoholism and addiction are to be overcome in our society.

People who are dependent are merely using alcohol as a crutch to get through the day. Yet doctors and scientists are still treating "alcoholism" as if it is the problem, when it has nothing to do with the problem. They might as well be studying "scratchism" for people who have a chronic itch.

Los hombres, débiles, espoleado para ser vencedores, nos necesitan como víctimas para poder sentirse siquiera.

A man whose mother won't let him lift a finger is ruined for a wife." The

Borderline mothers have difficulty allowing their children to grow up. The dependency of a newborn can be intensely satisfying to the borderline mother, but as the child becomes increasingly independent, conflict erupts.

The relationship between a borderline mother and her child may change dramatically when the child is approximately 2 years old, begins to speak, and expresses a separate will. The mother's anxiety intensifies because the child is no longer totally dependent and cannot be completely controlled.

When you love someone who is selfish and you want to stay close to them, you always end up trying to please them and that determines how you spend much of your day - even your life.

You spoilt, pathetic bitch. I'm not going to be there for you any more, Hephzibah, not in the way you want me to be. Do you understand that? Whatever is given to you is never enough. You want to take away bigger and bigger pieces of me until there's nothing left. You do that to everyone. You wanted to keep me here, like a prisoner, a slave, didn't you? But you can't. It's over.

Alors que le salarié dépend du marché (d'un nombre théoriquement illimité d'employeurs), la femme mariée dépend d'un individu. Alors que le salarié vend sa force de travail, la femme mariée la donne : exclusivité et gratuité sont intimement liées.

the United States consumes 80 percent of the world's supply of Ritalin

Mom's got this secret fear that if you don't control your life, if you don't control your man, he will eventually destroy you.

One would like to know, for most people, being denied reliable telepathic communication, reach for the phone, which they feel is more reliable.

Most people, being denied reliable telepathic communication, reach for the phone, which they feel is more reliable.

These two would never understand each other. I was the only link between them and each of them tugged on it hard in the hope that the other would let go.

We need food. We need water. We need warmth. And the lover feels he/she needs the beloved. Plato had it right over two thousand years ago. The god of love "lives in a state of need."41

I said that as far as I could gather it was a tale about a woman who could be led out of captivity only by a man, and that the man could save her only by ignoring her.

I was a mixture of being incredibly old for my age and incredibly backwards. I was born quite old, but then I stopped growing. I lived with my mum and dad till I was 30.

Life there had been grim, but he had a maid, a woman who took care of him and cooked for him and even bathed him. Lucky bastard. There were times when I wanted to throw his book across the room, I was so jealous of his freedom. What was a political prisoner compared with being a full-time mother? But

Dear God, I am so afraid to open my clenched fists! Who will I be when I have nothing left to hold on to? Who will I be when I stand before you with empty hands? Please help me to gradually open my hands and to discover that I am not what I own, but what you want to give me.

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