#dysfunctional

We covered this around Year Three, Bill: that you're the Master of Space and Time and I'm a spastic Pomeranian. ↗

— Tracy Letts

#family

There are two things you can run and not hide from- God and a dysfunctional family". ~R. Alan Woods [2012] ↗

— R. Alan Woods

#r-alan-woods #family

If a decision-making process is flawed and dysfunctional, decisions will go awry. ↗

— Carly Fiorina

#decision-making #decision-making process #decisions #dysfunctional #flawed

I love making people laugh. It's an addiction and it's probably dysfunctional, but I am addicted to it and there's no greater pleasure for me than sitting in a theater and feeling a lot of people losing control of themselves. ↗

— Jay Roach

#addiction #am #control #dysfunctional #feeling

For some in Washington, it's become sport to pick on the federal workforce. I think they do so unjustly. The very foundation of a stable America is having a government that functions well. Many countries have dysfunctional governments, because they don't have a good government workforce. ↗

— Ken Salazar

#because #become #countries #dysfunctional #federal

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

— Martin Sheen

#dysfunctional #live #society #very

A family can be the bane of one's existence. A family can also be most of the meaning of one's existence. I don't know whether my family is bane or meaning, but they have surely gone away and left a large hole in my heart. ↗

— Keri Hulme

#family #relationships #family

It is hundreds of tiny threads of memories, which sew people together through the years. Despite, their mental separation they stay woven into that tapestry out of habit, emotion, obsession or fear. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#dysfunctional-families #family #marriage #relationships #family

She has that voraciousness about children. She swoops in on them. Even I, in public was a beloved child. She'd parade me into town, smiling and teasing me, tickling me as she spoke with people on the sidewalks. When we got home, she'd trail off to her room like an unfinished sentence, and I would sit outside with my face pressed against her door, and replay the day in my head, searching for clues to what I had done to displease her. I have one memory that catches in me like a nasty clump of blood. Marian was dead about two years, and my mother had a cluster of friends come over for afternoon drinks. For hours, the child was cooed over, smothered with red lipstick kisses, tidied up with tissues, then lipstick smacked again. I was suppose to be reading in my room, but I sat at the top of the stairs watching. My mother finally was handed the baby, and she cuddled it ferociously. Oh, how, wonderful it is to hold a baby again! Adora jiggled it on her knee, walked it around the rooms, whispered to it, and I looked down from above like a spiteful little god, the back of my hand placed against my face, imagining how it felt to be cheek to cheek with my mother. ↗

— Gillian Flynn

#child #childhood-memory #dysfunctional-mother #human-accessory #jealousy

They don’t teach kidnapping at Eton, dad ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#dysfunctional-relationship #peter-strauss #von-strassenberg-saga #vssaga #ya