Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism.
I cannot live with someone who can't live without me.
It's possible to fall in love with somebody who doesn't treat us well, who makes us feel worse about ourselves, who doesn't hold the same respect for us as we do for them, or who has such a dysfunctional life themselves that they threaten to bring us down with them.
When you meet a lot of people and you date somebody, or you're just in a relationship with friends, lovers, business, or whatever it may be, there are people that are just toxic to you, and you don't even know it yourself.
If you're getting abandonment, if you're getting abuse as a child, if you're getting uncertainty when you're a child, unfortunately you tend to look for that in your life later on, and you think that's love.
Attachment is not love. Where there is attachment there is exploitation.
She's a sort of human vampire-bat
People thought I was very pro-computer. I was on the cover of 'Wired' magazine. Then things began to change. In the early '80s, we met this technology and became smitten like young lovers. But today our attachment is unhealthy.
It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.
He's like a drug for you, Bella." His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. "I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. but I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun." The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. "I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me." He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.
Addiction is when you can't get enough of what you don't want any more.
I'm a fool to keep staying, when you've made hurting me such an art.
How many straight men maintain inappropriately intimate relationships with their mothers? How many shop with them? I want a gay son. People laugh, but they assume I'm kidding. I'm not.
I think the main reason my marriages failed is that I always loved too well but never wisely.
Hate is only a form love that hasn't found a way to express itself logically.
My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.
I look at people in certain circumstances, and I fall into caretaker mode real quick, real easy. I like to shoulder people up and carry them along, and then I end up creating some kind of dependency. I enable. It's really, really hard for me.
I was in love with a beautiful blonde once. She drove me to drink. That's the one thing I'm indebted to her for.
I think that sometimes love gets in the way of itself - you know, love interrupts itself. We want things so much that we sabotage them.
His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.
I would describe my relationship with my couch as symbiotic - others would describe it as dangerous.
I've met girls in college that say to me, 'Is it bad that I'm 25 and I'm in love with Ross Lynch?'
I wouldn't spend five minutes with Adam outside work if I didn't have to. But yet I feel somewhat displaced without him in the workplace... destroying my tools and leaving messes everywhere he goes.
Too many women throw themselves into romance because they're afraid of being single, then start making compromises and losing their identity. I won't do that.
It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
