Quotes About Dependency

We," she repeated, laughing as though both hurt and astounded. "It really is 'we' now, isn't it?" With a shy, even scared, smile, she helped him pull free his weathered robes. "When I can't find you," he said, "or even when you turn away, I feel … I feel hollow, as though my heart's a thing of smoke … Isn't that 'we'?

Power, she had come to realize, had the insidious habit of inserting others between you and your tasks, rendering your limbs little more than decorative mementoes of a more human past.

No soul moves alone through the world, Leweth. Our every thought stems from the thoughts of others. Our every word is but a repetition of words spoken before. Every time we listen, we allow the movements of another soul to carry our own." He paused, cutting short his reply in order to bewilder the man. Insight struck with so much more force when it clarified confusion. "This is truly why you fled to Sobel, Leweth.

With these surface waters, through a series of delicately adjusted, interlocking relationship, the life of all parts of the sea is linked. What happens to a diatom in the upper, sunlit strata of the sea may well determine what happens to a cod lying on a ledge of some rocky canyon a hundred fathoms below, or to a bed of multicolored, gorgeously plumed seaworms carpeting an underlying shoal. or to a prawn creeping over the soft oozes of the sea floor in the balckness of mile-deep water.

Nick is right, the Olsen twins do have a worrisome co-dependent relationship. I understand those bitches, though, I really do.

they were so tightly knit together that no surgery could separate them without devastating both.

She was reduced to the dependency of an infant, too terrified of life itself to find solace anywhere but in the familiar succoring breast and in the sound of that same heartbeat remembered from the womb.

If you evoked that frown, what you feared was his disapproval, and when you learned that you had disappointed him, you realized that you needed his approval no less than you needed air, water, and food.

From now on, stay close by my side," Jeffy said. "Don't even think about getting more than an arm's reach away from me.

He doesn't know who pays for what he needs.

Women who can't be close to their husbands have a propensity to develop a self-absorbing, spiritual intimacy with spiritual leaders—be they men or women.

psychiatrist Dr. Abraham Twerski puts it, "Human beings need four things: air, food, drink, and someone to blame.

Ningún hombre es dueño de su propia vida", dijo. "Una parte de ti siempre está en manos de otra persona. Todo lo que puedes hacer es esperar que sea principalmente en las manos de Dios en las que estás".

No man owns his own life," he said. "Part of you is always in someone else's hands. All ye can do is hope it's mostly God's hands you're in.

Grey had noticed this female paradox before: women who swooned at the notion of powerful men who would protect them at the same time liked nothing better than an open admission of helplessness on the part of any male within their sphere of influence.

Whether it was health of mind or body, the love of him was necessary to me as breath or blood. My mind reached out for him, sleeping or waking, and finding him, was satisfied.

I had someone call me this morning telling me they had somebody who would only work a certain number of hours a week because if they worked too many hours a week, then they couldn't get their government assistance.

Being married is kind of like being a Ken-doll; you don't get to dress yourself anymore.

When I was still drinking, I thought I was kind of in control of everything in my life and other people's lives and realized at some point that that just wasn't the case at all.

I realized I was the one doing all the training, earning the money, and my parents were living off of me.

They can't do without electricity. They can do with less electricity.

The entitlement state has driven us into insolvency.

People like entitlements. That's why we spend so much on them.

When I was three, my father was three. When I was six, he was six... he needed me to escape from being 50.