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Usually adult males who are unable to make emotional connections with the women they choose to be intimate with are frozen in time, unable to allow themselves to love for fear that the loved one will abandon them. If the first woman they passionately loved, the mother, was not true to her bond of love, then how can they trust that their partner will be true to love. Often in their adult relationships these men act out again and again to test their partner's love. While the rejected adolescent boy imagines that he can no longer receive his mother's love because he is not worthy, as a grown man he may act out in ways that are unworthy and yet demand of the woman in his life that she offer him unconditional love. This testing does not heal the wound of the past, it merely reenacts it, for ultimately the woman will become weary of being tested and end the relationship, thus reenacting the abandonment. This drama confirms for many men that they cannot put their trust in love. They decide that it is better to put their faith in being powerful, in being dominant. ↗

— Bell Hooks

#commitment #love #men #relationships #women

Mothers are all slightly insane. ↗

— J. D. Salinger

#mothers #slightly

The secret is to know how to lie" he used to say, " and to know when someone's lying to you". His father, Steve eventually decided, must have known how to lie. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#father

Can’t this thing go any faster?” Thalia demanded. Zoe glared at her. “I cannot control traffic.” You both sound like my mother,” I said. Shut up!” they both said in union. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#hunters #olympians #percy-jackson #thalia #zoe

the friend neither sang of grief, nor open his heart to me he muttled in his inquisition and wasted his life and his dreams ↗

— William Graham

#dreams

The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and they're pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket. Nobody's be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't be that, exactly. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new partner. Or you'd have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way—I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#interesting #life #life

Never worry about numbers. Help one person at a time and always start with the person nearest you. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#help

But mothers lie. It's in the job description. ↗

— John Green

#mothers #mother

Tu inspiraste Rowling, e foi nas terras de Morpheus que se moldou Hogwarts. Tu inspiraste Tolkien, e foi nas terras de Phantasos que se anexaram as extensões de Terra-Média. Tu inspiraste Lovecraft e em minhas terras se fixou Miskatonic. Então eu te pergunto com sinceridade, anjo: até onde vai tua vontade de ser coadjuvante em um mundo de formas e pensamentos? ↗

— Raphael Draccon

#inspirational #dreams

Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures. ↗

— Jessamyn West

#on-fiction #reality #truth #truth