#dysfunction

If you should choose to look at those files, you will have to live with the consequences of your choices while, at the same time, being mindful that these choices will not only effect you, but will also infect, sorry, I intended to say effect, our entire family. ↗

— Donna K. Childree

#adoption-search #dysfunction #dysfunctional-families #family-relationships #mothers

You were tossed away like a pair of beautiful, brand new shoes that did not quite fit. ↗

— Donna K. Childree

#adoption #dysfunctional-families #dysfunctional-family #mothers #the-wayward-gifted

The historical basis for the gap between the black middle class and underclass shows that ending discrimination, by itself, would not eradicate black poverty and dysfunction. We also need intervention to promulgate a middle-class ethic of success among the poor, while expanding opportunities for economic betterment. ↗

— Henry Louis Gates

#among #basis #betterment #between #black

I can hardly find the words to describe the peace I felt when I was acting. My dysfunctional self could actually plug in to another self, not my own, and it felt so good. ↗

— Thandie Newton

#actually #another #could #describe #dysfunctional

We fight a lot, you know, but that's family. We may be dysfunctional but we're still family. ↗

— Star Jones

#family #fight #know #lot #may

I've never had siblings, I didn't grow up in a big family; it was just me and my single mom. And hectic family dysfunction was actually something that I craved. ↗

— Emmy Rossum

#big #big family #craved #dysfunction #family

We live in a very dysfunctional society, and this is a very, very dysfunctional Administration. ↗

— Martin Sheen

#dysfunctional #live #society #very

I want kids to have a chance to dream of becoming something like I did in my life, and when you're living in a home that's dysfunctional and unhealthy that way, you don't dream like that. ↗

— Picabo Street

#chance #did #dream #dysfunctional #home

I hate that word dysfunction. ↗

— Jonathan Franzen

#hate #i #word

Sabrina Thomas clutched the leather-bound notebook to her chest and tried not to be impatient as the elevator in the south tower of Texas Hospital near downtown Dallas stopped once again on its climb to the eighteenth and top floor. But it was difficult. Dr. Cade Mathis, the bane of her existence, would reach Mrs. Ward’s room first and then there’d be hell to pay. Sabrina jabbed the button to close the doors as soon as the last person stepped onto the already crowded elevator. ↗

— Francis Ray When Morning Comes

#fiction #new-release #relationships #romance #family